The chaplain of her
imprisonment became quite chummy when he learnt that she had been a
Third Wrangler at Cambridge, knew Lady Feenix, and had lived in
Kensington prior to committing the offences for which she was
imprisoned. However this helped to alleviate her dreary seclusion
from the world as he occasionally dropped fragments of news as to
what was going on outside, and he got her books through the prison
library that were not evangelical pap.
One day when she had been in prison two months she had a great
surprise--a visit from her mother. Strictly speaking this was only
to last fifteen minutes, but the wardress who had conceived a liking
for her intimated that she wouldn't look too closely at her watch.
Honoria came too--with Mrs. Warren--but after kissing her friend and
leaving some beautiful flowers (which the wardress took away at once
with pretended sternness and brought back in a vase after the
visitors had left) Honoria with glistening eyes and a smile that was
all tremulous sweetness, intimated that Mrs. Warren had so much to
say that she, Honoria, was not going to stay more than that _one_
minute.
Mrs. Warren had indeed so much to impart in the precious half hour
that it was one long gabbled monologue.
"When I heard you'd got into trouble, my darling, I _was_ put about.
Some'ow I'd never thought of your being pinched and acshally sent to
prison.
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