All titular distinctions are dropped in Newgate.
Lady Cecilia proceeded along the passage as she was desired, and at length reached a large stone vestibule, from which several doors opened into the different yards in that part of the building.
She accosted a turnkey, informing him whom she came to visit; and he bade her follow him.
In a few moments he stopped at a massive door, opened it, and said, "Walk in there, ma'am."
She advanced a few steps: the door closed behind her; and she found herself in the presence of Reginald Tracy.
But how changed was he! His cheeks were ghastly pale—his eyes sunken—his hair was in disorder—his person dirty and neglected.
"This is kind of you, Cecilia," he said, without rising from his chair. "Sit down, and lose no time in conversing—we have not much time to be together."
"Oh, Reginald!" exclaimed Cecilia, as she took a seat, "what a place for us to meet in!"
"Now do not give way to ejaculations and laments which will do no good," said Reginald. "If you can maintain your tranquillity it will be advantageous to yourself. You know that I am possessed of some property?"
"The world always believed you to be rich," observed Cecilia.