“I don’t know what you mean,” said the turnkey, with a knowing grin.
“Perhaps not,” said Phillip, with a sad smile; “but I dare say you might give a rough guess.”
“No one has any right to guess about such things,” said the turnkey, “and, besides, you must know he is our superior officer, and I have no right to speak about what he does.”
“Well, you need not fall out with me,” said Phillip; “I have no friends here, but I think I could make one of you.”
“How do you mean?”
“Would you take a note to the post office for me?”
“I dare not.”
“Not for a guinea?”
“I must not.”
“Not for three guineas?”