I got my mattress changed once or twice, but ordinary prisoners are seldom so fortunate.
I retired to rest early that first evening in Holloway.

The day had been eventful, and I slept heavily.

Breakfast the next morning was a second edition of the tea--bread and skilly; and again I refreshed myself with the little loaf and cold water.
Soon after breakfast I was invited to attend chapel.

It was a welcome summons, for the cell is so drearily monotonous that any change is agreeable.

The corner of the chapel we entered was partitioned off from the rest of the building, and capable of seating twenty or thirty prisoners.