I took out a bank note and put it under the blotting paper that had been placed on the table for me.

In two or three minutes the warder came back, and as I left the room I thanked him for being kind to my friend, and told him how kindly Oscar had spoken of him.
"He has no business here, sir," the warder said.

"He's no more like one of our reg'lars than a canary is like one of them cocky little spadgers.
Prison ain't meant for such as him, and he ain't meant for prison.

He's that soft, sir, you see, and affeckshunate.

He's more like a woman, he is; you hurt 'em without meaning to.