His line of defence was as well known between St. Paul’s Church-yard and Farringdon-street, as is the Propria que Maribus at Eton.
The magistrates, after consulting together, elected to send the case to the sessions.
The prosecutor was bound over in his own recognisances, and Mr. Green, “like Niobe—all tears,” was taken back to his cell.
Peace, who had given the name of Parker when arrested, was now placed in the dock.
He glanced round the court to see if his female assailant was there to press the charge.
To his dismay he beheld the elderly female sitting on a bench by the side of the witness-box.
She was a tall, sharp-featured, angular, bony woman; her cast of features and general contour denoted inflexible determination.
Peace presented a most rueful appearance; two plasters covered the large and painful bumps on his head.
His face gave unmistakable evidence of the blow received from the housemaid’s mop.
Mrs. Pocklington, the prosecutrix, had engaged a solicitor to conduct the case.