I looked on an immense high wall.

The blunt flames of the fire opposite threw a sombre glow on it.
The girl said, 'And don't you go hopping into debt, my young cock-sparrow, or you'll know one side o' the turnkey better than t' other.' She had a friend with her who chid her for speaking so freely.
'Is it too late to go in to-night ?' I asked.
She answered that it was, and that she and her friend were the persons to show me the way in there.

Her friend answered more sensibly: 'Yes, you can't go in there before some time--in the morning.' I learnt from her that the Bench was a debtors' prison.
The saucy girl of the pair asked me for money.

I handed her a crown-piece.
'Now won't you give another big bit to my friend ?' said she.
I had no change, and the well-mannered girl bade me never mind, the saucy one pressed for it, and for a treat.

She was amusing in her talk of the quantity of different fires she had seen; she had also seen accidental-death corpses, but never a suicide in the act; and here she regretted the failure of her experiences.