Ursula. Sir, you are her friend? You know her?
Roger. I am—I am her husband—her husband's friend. I knew her in Old England. Adultery! A pretty word! Who doth accuse her? Damned detractors!
Ursula. Her child.
Roger. Her what?
Ursula. Her child.
Roger. Hath Hester Prynne a child? Well, well; that is news indeed! God bless the little thing! it can't be quite as much as three years old; nay, not so old. Why, such a tot can give no testimony. I'll go to this trial; I may be able yet to aid her. Adultery! Bah!
Ursula. God bless your heart, sir.
Roger. Is't a boy or girl, how old?
Ursula. A girl and three months old.
Roger. Three months? Three years you mean.