She'll sit with him for another hour reading yesterday's paper to him, or something of that sort; and then she'll come out like a little ghost, and vanish away without a sound.' 'I don't understand you.' 'The governor sleeps up in the room, and she has a lodging at the turnkey's.

First house there,' said Tip, pointing out the doorway into which she had retired.

'First house, sky parlour.

She pays twice as much for it as she would for one twice as good outside.

But she stands by the governor, poor dear girl, day and night.' This brought them to the tavern-establishment at the upper end of the prison, where the collegians had just vacated their social evening club.
The apartment on the ground-floor in which it was held, was the Snuggery in question; the presidential tribune of the chairman, the pewter-pots, glasses, pipes, tobacco-ashes, and general flavour of members, were still as that convivial institution had left them on its adjournment.
The Snuggery had two of the qualities popularly held to be essential to grog for ladies, in respect that it was hot and strong; but in the third point of analogy, requiring plenty of it, the Snuggery was defective; being but a cooped-up apartment.
The unaccustomed visitor from outside, naturally assumed everybody here to be prisoners--landlord, waiter, barmaid, potboy, and all.