“Have you got the things, the jacket, collar, etc.?”
“I know where to find them,” said Evans with a sly look.
“Bring them to me directly to this empty cell.”
“Well, sir,” higgled Evans, “in course I don't like to refuse your reverence.”
“Then don't refuse me,” retorted the other, sharp as a needle.
Evans went off directly and soon returned with the materials. The chaplain examined them a while; he then took off his coat.
“Operate on me, Evans.”
“Operate on you, sir!”
“Yes! There, don't stand staring, my good man; hold up the waistcoat—now strap it tight—tighter—no nonsense—Robinson was strapped tighter than that yesterday. I want to know what we are doing to our fellow-creatures in this place. The collar now.”
“But, sir, the collar will nip you. I tell you that beforehand.”