"No, I will not!"
"So much the poorer you; so much the richer I! Look, mistress, this is the key of my wine-cellar. It is a large key, but the keys of prisons are larger. In this city there are houses of correction (where the treadmills are, for women), the gates of which are very strong and heavy, and no doubt the keys too. I am afraid a lady of your spirit and activity would find it an inconvenience to have one of those keys turned upon her for any length of time. What do you think?"
"I think," mademoiselle replies without any action and in a clear, obliging voice, "that you are a miserable wretch."
"Probably," returns Mr. Tulkinghorn, quietly blowing his nose. "But I don't ask what you think of myself; I ask what you think of the prison."

"No, I will not!"
"So much the poorer you! Look, mistress, this is the key of my wine-cellar. It is a large key, but the keys of prisons are larger, and their gates are very strong and heavy. I am afraid you would find it an inconvenience to have one of those keys turned upon you for any length of time. What do you think?"
"I think," mademoiselle replies in a clear voice, "that you are a miserable wretch."
"Probably," returns Mr. Tulkinghorn, "But I ask what you think of prison."
