Then it suddenly
struck him that he had been fool enough, in the excitement of
entering the prison, to sign his real name in the book. There was no
help for it now, and he repeated that it was Coleman.
"Ah yes, Coleman," echoed the man, in a manner which was significant.
"Who is the other visitor?" said Zachariah.
"It is his daughter."
His first thought was to ask to be let in, but his next was, that it
would be profanity to disturb the intercourse of father and child,
and he was silent. However, he had been announced, and Caillaud
appeared at the grating begging permission for his friend to enter.
It was at first refused; but presently something seemed to strike the
jailer, for he relented with a smile.
"You won't want to come again?" he observed interrogatively.
"No; that is to say, I think not."
"No; that is to say, I think not," he repeated slowly, word for word,
adding, "I shall have to stay with you while you are together."
Zachariah entered, the warder locking the door behind him, and
seating himself on the edge of the bedstead, where he remained during
the whole of the interview, jingling his keys and perfectly unmoved.
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