Roger. And why alas? The loss of a husband is no great calamity in a colony. There can be no dearth here of husband-material, I fancy.
Ursula. Whence come you that you know so little of the doings here?
Roger. From the far South, where for two long years and more I've lived among the savages. What do you mean?
Ursula. I mean her trial by the magistrates.
Roger. Tried by magistrates? For what?
Ursula. Adultery.
Roger. Tried for adultery?
Ursula. Aye, sir, that she is.
Roger. It is a lie, a damned lie! Tried for adultery! A likely thing! So pure a woman! A purer creature never lived!