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Will you, my good fellow?"
"Well, I will, now you behave like a gentleman," said the man.
Then Alfred coaxed him to take off the handcuffs. He refused, but ended
by doing it; and so left him.
Four more leaden hours rolled by, and then this same attendant (his name
was Brown) brought him a cup of tea. It was welcome to his parched
throat; he drank it, and ate a mouthful of the meat to please the man,
and even asked for some more tea.
At eight four keepers came into his room, undressed him, compelled him to
make his toilette, &c., before them, which put him to shame--being a
gentleman--almost as much as it would a woman. They then hobbled him, and
fastened his ankles to the bed, and put his hands into muffles, but did
not confine his body; because they had lost a lucrative lodger only a
month ago, throttled at night in a strait-waistcoat.
Alfred lay in this plight, and compared with anguish unspeakable his
joyful anticipations of this night with the strange and cruel reality.
"My wedding night! my wedding night!" he cried aloud, and burst into a
passion of grief.


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