"Then," said he to the chief warder, "they may all be brought up, but you must take care they don't get about." At half-past eight, according to the rules, I retired to my precarious and uncomfortable couch; a few minutes later my gas was turned off, and I was left in almost total darkness to seek the sleep which I soon found.

Thus ended my first day in Newgate.
My second day in Newgate passed like the first.

Prison life affords few variations; the days roll by with drear monotony like wave after wave over a spent swimmer's head.

We enjoyed Judge North's "opportunity" to prepare our fresh defence in the way I have already described.

We were locked up in our brick vaults twenty-three hours out of the twenty-four; we walked for an hour after breakfast in the courtyard; and the fifteen minutes allowed for the "interview with two visitors" was, as before, religiously deducted from the sixty minutes allowed for "exercise." Mr.Wheeler sent in more books and papers, and I devoted my whole time, except that occupied in answering letters, to preparing another speech for Monday.
Sunday was a miserably dull day.