Certainly it was no kind of consolation to him to reflect on the sufferings of Christian martyrs! It was a Friday evening when he came out and went quickly round the corner of the jail, in order to get away from any possibility of being identified with it.
He had had a short interview with the Governor--a very conscientious and religious man, who made a point of delivering what he called "a few earnest words" to every prisoner before his release.

But, naturally enough, they were extraordinarily off the point.

It was not helpful to Frank to have it urged upon him to set about an honest livelihood--it was what he had tried to do every day since June--and not to go about robbing innocent children of things like tins of salmon--it was the very last thing he had ever dreamed of doing.
* * * * * He had also had more than one interview with the chaplain of the Established Church, in consequence of his resolute refusal to acknowledge any religious body at all (he had determined to scotch this possible clue to his identification); and those interviews had not been more helpful than any other.

It is not of much use to be entreated to turn over a new leaf when you see no kind of reason for doing so; and little books left tactfully in your cell, directed to the same point, are equally useless.

Frank read them drearily through.