Lepel. There should be no idle conversation.
“And no noise,” put in Hawes hastily.
“However, this prison is a model for all the prisons in the land, and I shall feel quite sad when I go back to my duty in Cumberland.”
“Cumberland? Why, you are our new chaplain, aren't ye?”
“No! I am not so fortunate, I am a friend of his; my name is Lepel.”
“Oh, you are Mr. Lepel, and where is our one? I heard he had been all over the jail.”
“What, have you not seen him?”
“No! he has never been near me. Not very polite, I think.”
“Oh! oh!”
“Hallo! what is wrong!”