Amongst others who came to see him, was a Mr.Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free.

As this gentleman was going away, he said to Jack in a jesting manner, 'that he should be glad to see him to-night at supper.' Upon which the other answered, 'that he accepted his invitation with pleasure, and would make a point of waiting upon him,' Ha! ha! ha!" "_Did_ he say so ?" cried Shotbolt.

"Then I advise you to look sharply after him, Mr.Ireton; for may I be hanged myself if I don't believe he'll be as good as his word." At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge.
"Ah! who have we here ?" exclaimed Griffin.
"Only Jack's two wives--Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot," replied Austin, laughing.
"They can't go into the Condemned Hold," said Ireton, consequentially; "it's against Mr.Wild's orders.

They must see the prisoner at the hatch." "Very well, Sir," replied Austin, rising and walking towards them.
"Well, my pretty dears," he added, "-- to see your husband, eh?
You must make the most of your time.

You won't have him long.