a London prison. As I stood before them I was dismayed to see
right in the front rank an old and persistent acquaintance whom I
thoroughly and absolutely disliked, and he knew it, for on more
than one occasion I had good reason for expressing a decided
opinion about him. A smile of gleeful but somewhat mischievous
satisfaction spread over his face; he folded his arms across his
breast, he looked up at me and quite held me with his glittering
eye.

I realised his presence, I felt that his eye was upon me, I saw
that he followed every word. He quite unnerved me till I
stumbled and tripped. Then he smiled in his evil way.

I could not get rid of his eyes, and sometimes I half appealed to
him with a pitiful look to take them off me. But it was no use,
he still gazed at me and through me. So thinking of him and
looking at him I grew more and more confused.

The clock fingers would not move fast enough for me. I had
elected to speak on sympathy, brotherhood and mutual help. And
this fellow to whom I had refused help again and again knew my
feelings, and made the most of his opportunity.

But my friend will come and see me when he is once more out of
prison. He will want to discuss my address of that particular
Sunday afternoon. He will quote my words, he will remind me
about sympathy and mutual help, he will hope to leave me
rejoicing in the possession of a few shillings.

But that will be the hour of my triumph; for then I will rejoice