"Well, Mr. Thaynes," said the Steward, quite delighted to see the new prisoner, "I began to think we should have had none down this morning. Pray take a seat, sir." This invitation was addressed to Chichester, who sat down accordingly. The Steward, after exchanging a few observations with the turnkey, produced a book from a drawer in the table, and, addressing himself in a semi-mysterious tone to Mr. Chichester, said--"These are our rules and regulations. Every new member is required to pay an entrance fee of one pound and sixpence; and this goes towards the fund for paying the officers and servants of the ward, providing coals, and administering generally to the comforts of the place." "I am quite satisfied with the justice of the charge," said Chichester; and he paid it accordingly. "I suppose you will live at my table?" enquired the Steward. "Same charges as upstairs in the Receiving Ward." "Oh! certainly," answered Chichester. "Have you any body here of any consequence at all?" "Not particularly at this moment. Lord William Priggins stayed a couple of days with us, and went over to the Bench yesterday morning." "Who is that gentleman walking up and down the narrow court outside?" enquired Chichester, glancing towards the window, through which might be seen a tall slim young man, with black moustachios, a long faded cotton dressing gown, a dingy velvet skull cap, and pantaloons hanging low and loose, because the owner had forgotten his braces. "Oh! that is Count Pichantoss--a celebrated Russian nobleman, who was cleaned out some weeks since at a West-end Hell, and got put into prison for his hotel bill." "And who is that respectable old gentleman with the bald head, and dressed in black?" "That is a clergyman, the Rev. Henry Sharpere: he is an excellent preacher, they say--and the best securer of a die that I ever saw in my life." "And that very sickly pale-faced youth, who seems to be scarcely twenty?" "He is only twenty-one and a month. He was arrested the day after he came of age for blank acceptances which he had given, during his minority, to the tune of three thousand pounds, and for which he never received more than three hundred." "And that quiet-looking old gentleman, at the table opposite?"