By this time they were both thoroughly embittered, and it was war to the knife.
Prisoner. You listened to our unhappy quarrel that night?
Ryder. Quarrel! madam, 'twas all on one side.
Prisoner. How did you understand what I said to him about the constables?
Ryder. Constables! I never heard you say the word.
Prisoner. Oh!
Ryder. Neither when you threatened him with your knife to me; nor when you threatened him to his face.
Prisoner. Take care: you forget that Jane Bannister heard me; was her ear nearer the keyhole than yours?
Ryder. Jane! she is a simpleton. You could make her think she heard anything. I noticed you put the words in her mouth.
Prisoner. God forgive you, you naughty woman. You had better have spoken the truth.