"Is the officer here?"
"Yes, ma'am," Solomon answered.
"I want to see him--I want to talk with him. I must meet the man who has come from the presence of my Jack."
Solomon was visibly embarrassed. He was in trouble for a moment and then he answered: "I'm 'fraid 'twouldn't do no good."
"Why?"
"'Cause he's deef an' dumb."
"But do you not understand? It would be a comfort to look at him."
"He's in this cell, but I wouldn't know how to call him," Solomon assured her.
She went to Jack's door and peered at him through the grating. He was lying on his straw bed. The light which came from candles set in brackets on the stone wall of the corridor was dim.
"Poor, poor fellow!" she exclaimed. "I suppose he is thinking of his sweetheart or of some one very dear to him. His eyes are covered with his handkerchief. So you have lately seen the boy I love! How I wish you could tell me about him!"