Robinson coiled himself up a little tighter, and hugged his hatred of all mankind closer, like a treasure that some one had just tried to do him out of.
As the chaplain came out of his cell he was met by Hawes, whose countenance wore a gloomy expression that soon found its way into words.
“The chaplain is not allowed to interfere between me and the prisoners in this jail.”
“Explain, Mr. Hawes.”
“You have been and ordered my turnkeys to relax punishment.”
“You forget, Mr. Hawes, I explained to you that they were acting without the requisite authority from you.”
“That is all right, and I have called them to account, but then you are not to order them either; you should have applied to me.”
“I see, I see! Forgive me this little breach of routine where a human being's sufferings would have been prolonged by etiquette.”
“Ugh! Well, it must not occur again.”
“I trust the occasion will not.”