"We didn't know when he came in as it was a case for the infirmary; but seeing he was wanted for a big thing, and poorly in his 'ealth, I giv' him one of the superior cells, with a mattress and piller complete." The man was evidently afraid that Charles had come as a magistrate to give him a reprimand of some kind, for, as he led the way up a narrow stone staircase, he continued to expatiate on the luxury of the "mattress and piller," on the superiority of the cell, and how a nurse had been sent for at once from the infirmary, when, owing to his own shrewdness, the prisoner was found to be "a hospital case." "The doctor wouldn't have him moved," he said, opening a closed door in a long passage full of doors, the rest of which stood open.

"It's not reg'lar to have him in here, sir, I know; but the doctor wouldn't have him moved." Charles passed through the door, and found himself in a narrow whitewashed cell, with a bed at one side, over which an old woman in the dress of a hospital nurse was bending.
"You can come out, Martha," said the warden.

"The gentleman's come to see 'im." As the old woman disappeared, courtesying, he lingered to say, in a whisper, "Do you know him, sir ?" "Yes," said Charles, looking fixedly at the figure on the bed.

"I remember him.

I knew him years ago, in his better days.