“Then perhaps you will both do me the honor to drink a cup of tea with me,” said Mr. Jones, courteously.
“With pleasure.”
“Good-by, then, for the present,” said the new chaplain.
“Why, where are you going?”
“In here.”
“What, into the dark cell?”
“Yes!”
“Well!” ejaculated Evans.
“You won't stay there long.”
“Until you return, Lepel.”