Thoughts of my wife
and the few I loved best made me womanish, but a recollection of
the malignant judge hardened me and I clenched my teeth. Then Nature
asserted her sway. Weary eyelids drooped over weary eyes, and through a
phantasmagoria of the trial I gradually sank into a feverish sleep.

I was aroused in the morning by the six o'clock bell. It was pitch dark
in my cell except for the faint glimmer of a distant lamp through the
thick window-panes. A few minutes later a little square flap in the
centre of my door was let down with a startling bang; a small hand-lamp
was thrust through the aperture, and a gruff voice cried "Now, then,
get up and light your gas: look sharp." I cannot say that I made any
indecent haste. My gas was lit very leisurely, and as I returned the
lamp I saw a scowling visage outside. The man was evidently exasperated
by my "passive resistance."

My ablutions were performed in a copper basin not much larger than a
porridge bowl; indeed, it was impossible to insert both hands at once.
There was, of course, no looking-glass, and as the three-inch comb
was densely clogged with old deposits, my toilet was completed under
considerable difficulties. I never combed my hair with my fingers
before, but on that occasion I was obliged to resort to those primitive
rakes.

When I was finally ready, the chief warder summoned me downstairs to be
weighed and measured. My height was five feet ten in my shoes, and my
weight twelve stone nine and a half in my clothes.

At eight o'clock breakfast came. It consisted of coffee, eggs and toast.
At half-past eight we were taken out to exercise. What a delight it was
to see each other's faces again! And how refreshing to breathe even the
atmosphere of a City courtyard after being locked up for so many hours
in a stifling cell.

The other prisoners were already outside, and we had to pass through
the court in which they were exercising to reach the one considerately
allotted for our special use. They presented a cheerless spectacle.
Silently and sadly, with drooping heads, they skirted the walls in
Indian file; a couple of officers standing in the centre to see that no
communication went on between them. Many eyes were lifted to gaze at us
as we passed. Some winked, and a few looked insolent contempt, but the
majority expressed nothing but curiosity.

Our courtyard was about thirty feet by twenty. It was stone-paved, with
a door leading to the Old Bailey at one