Ryder (faintly). Myself.
The Judge. Why, you said you were single!
Ryder. So I am; as good as single. My husband and me we parted eight years ago, and I have never seen him since.
Prisoner. Was it quite eight years ago?
Ryder. Nearly, 'twas in May, 1739.
Prisoner. Put you have lived with him since.
Ryder. Never, upon my soul.
Prisoner. When was your child born?
Ryder. My child! I have none.
Prisoner. In January, 1743, you left a baby at Biggleswade, with a woman called Church—did you not?