I suppose the chaplain had hopes of him.

But he finally relinquished them when Mr.Ramsey said one Monday morning, on being asked what he thought of yesterday's sermon, "I wonder how you could talk such nonsense.

Why, I could preach a better sermon myself." "Could you ?" bristled the little man.

And from that moment he gave Mr.
Ramsey up for lost.
One day the chaplain ran full butt against Mr.Kemp in the corridor.
"Ah," he said, "how are you getting on ?" Mr.Kemp made a curt reply.

The fact was, he was chewing a small piece of tobacco, an article which does somehow creep into the prison in minute quantities, and is swapped for large pieces of bread.