"Big-head" was Mr.Bradlaugh.The description was facetious but by no means uncomplimentary.

Our meals had been ordered in from "over the way," and I might expect some refreshment shortly.

While he was speaking it was brought up.

He then left me, and I devoured the coffee and toast with great avidity.

My appetite was far from appeased, but I had to content myself with what was given me, for prison warders look as surprised as Bumble himself at a request for "more." When the slender meal was dispatched, the chief warder paid me another visit to instruct me how to roost.