“I wouldn’t deny it for the world.”
I had not expected this extraordinary docility. The Doctor had got the upper hand of me again—a state of things that I might have found it hard to endure, but for a call of duty which put an end to our sitting. One of the female warders appeared with a message from the condemned cell. The Prisoner wished to see the Governor and the Medical Officer.
“Is she ill?” the Doctor inquired.
“No, sir.”
“Hysterical? or agitated, perhaps?”
“As easy and composed, sir, as a person can be.”
We set forth together for the condemned cell.
CHAPTER VII. THE MURDERESS CONSULTS THE AUTHORITIES.
There was a considerate side to my friend’s character, which showed itself when the warder had left us.