end, and a row of high iron bars
at the other. The air was brisk, and the sky tolerably clear for the
place and season. Our pent-up energies required a vent, and we rushed
round like caged animals suddenly loosened. "Gently," cried our
good-natured custodian; but we paid little heed to his admonition;
our blood was up, and we raced each other until we were wearied of the
pastime.

Presently I heard my name called, and on advancing to the spot whence
the voice issued, I saw Mr. Bradlaugh's face through the iron bars.
After a few minutes' conversation he made way for Mrs. Besant. She was
quite unprepared for such an interview. Her idea was that she would be
able to shake hands; I, however, knew better, and for that reason I had
forbidden my wife to visit me, preferring her letters to her company in
such wretched circumstances. Mrs. Besant was particularly cordial. "We
are all proud," she said, "of the brave fight you made yesterday."
How the time slipped by! When she retired it seemed as though our
conversation had but just opened.

I was only entitled to receive two visitors, but by a generous
arithmetic Mr. Bradlaugh and Mrs. Besant were counted as one. Mr.
Wheeler was therefore able to see me on business. We had much to
arrange, and the result was that I enjoyed scarcely more than half an
hour's exercise. Surely it is a grievous wrong that a prisoner awaiting
trial should be allowed such brief interviews with his friends,
especially when he is defending himself, and may require to consult
them. And is it not a still more grievous wrong that these interviews
should take place during the exercise hour? There is no reason why they
should not be kept separate; indeed there is no reason why the inmates
of Newgate should not be allowed to exercise twice a day. No work is
done in the prison, and marshalling the prisoners is not so laborious a
task that it cannot be performed more than once in twenty-four hours.

At the expiration of our miserable sixty minutes we were marched back to
our cells; but we were scarcely under lock and key again before we were
summoned to the Old Bailey, the officer telling us that he thought they
were going to grant us bail. We were conducted through the subterranean
passage to the Old Bailey dock-stairs. Standing out of sight, but not
out of hearing, we listened to Mr. Avory's application for bail on
behalf of Mr. Kemp. Judge North refused in cold, vindictive tones; he
had evidently let the su