“That is all; if it wasn't for the confounded cramp.”
“Let us compare notes,” said the chaplain, sitting down opposite. “I found it worse than uncomfortable. First there was a terrible sense of utter impotence, then came on racking cramps, for which there was no relief because I could not move.”
“Oh!”
“What?”
“Nothing, sir! mum—mum—dear guinea!”
“The jagged collar gave me much pain, too; it rasped my poor throat like a file.”
“Why the dickens didn't you tell me all this before, sir,” said Evans ruefully; “it is no use now I've been and gone into the same oven like a fool.”
“I had my reasons for not telling you before; good-by for the present.”
“Don't stay over the half hour, for goodness' sake, sir.”
“No! adieu for the present.”