He was a shy, retiring man; well-looking, though in an effeminate style;

with a mild voice, curling hair, and irresolute hands--rings upon the

fingers in those days--which nervously wandered to his trembling lip a

hundred times in the first half-hour of his acquaintance with the jail.

His principal anxiety was about his wife.

'Do you think, sir,' he asked the turnkey, 'that she will be very much

shocked, if she should come to the gate to-morrow morning?'

The turnkey gave it as the result of his experience that some of 'em was

and some of 'em wasn't. In general, more no than yes. 'What like is she,

you see?' he philosophically asked: 'that's what it hinges on.'

'She is very delicate and inexperienced indeed.' 'That,' said the turnkey, 'is agen her.'

'She is so little used to go out alone,' said the debtor, 'that I am at

a loss to think how she will ever make her way here, if she walks.'

'P'raps,' quoth the turnkey, 'she'll take a ackney coach.' 'Perhaps.'

The irresolute fingers went to the trembling lip. 'I hope she

will. She may not think of it.' 'Or p'raps,' said the turnkey, offering his suggestions from the the top

of his well-worn wooden stool, as he might have offered them to a child

for whose weakness he felt a compassion, 'p'raps she'll get her brother,

or her sister, to come along with her.' 'She has no brother or sister.'

'Niece, nevy, cousin, serwant, young 'ooman, greengrocer.--

Dash it! One or another on 'em,' said the turnkey, repudiating beforehand the

refusal of all his suggestions. 'I fear--I hope it is not against the rules--that she will bring the

children.' 'The children?' said the turnkey. 'And the rules? Why, lord set you

up like a corner pin, we've a reg'lar playground o' children here.

Children! Why we swarm with 'em. How many a you got?'

'Two,' said the debtor, lifting his irresolute hand to his lip again,

and turning into the prison.

The turnkey followed him with his eyes. 'And you another,' he observed

to himself, 'which makes three on you. And your wife another, I'll lay

a crown. Which makes four on you. And another coming, I'll lay

half-a-crown. Which'll make five on you. And I'll go another seven and

sixpence to name which is the helplessest, the unborn baby or you!'

He was right in all his particulars. She came next day with a little

boy of three years old, and a little girl of two, and he stood entirely

corroborated. 'Got a room now; haven't you?' the turnkey asked the debtor after a week

or two. 'Yes, I have got a very good room.' 'Any little sticks a coming to furnish it?' said the turnkey. 'I expect a few necessary articles of furniture to be delivered by the

carrier, this afternoon.' 'Missis and little 'uns a coming to keep you company?' asked the

turnkey. 'Why, yes, we think it better that we should not be scattered, even for

a few weeks.'




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