And he pointed out to Judge Lollimour with much leisure how evil is bad example in high places. He questioned Doll further. She told him all there was to tell about the marriage, and it humiliated her to tell that she had accepted this fiend before marriage.
Judge Bride: Come, come, is it then so sorry a sin for two young people to be too hot and previous in their love? Surely honest marriage may be considered salve to such misconduct.
He glanced through his notes. There was not a sound in the room, not the scamper of a mouse, not the taking of breath, no sound except the fiery rustle of the flares and the crackle of the paper.
Judge Bride: Doll Bilby, I notice that the children spoke often of a pretty babe—which they called yours. Now to what do they refer?
Doll Bilby: Sir, I cannot be sure.
Judge Bride: You may guess, perhaps?
Doll Bilby: Oh, sir, sir....
Her eyes sought Mr. Zelley, but his face was in his hands.
Judge Bride: Speak freely.
Doll Bilby: I think it was to my own babe they referred.