Hatsell, Baron—Mr. Rogers, what do you say to it?
Rogers—We came down with the marshal of the King's bench, it rained every step of the way, so that my spatter-dashes and shoes were fain to be dried; and it raining so hard, we did not think Mr. Marson would have come that day, and therefore we provided but one bed, though otherwise we should have provided two, and were to give a crown for our night's lodging. We went from the coffee-house to the tavern, as Mr. Marson has said, and from the tavern the next way to our lodging, where there was some merry and open discourse of this gentlewoman; but I never saw her in my life, nor heard of her name before she was mentioned there.
Stephens—We never stirred from one another, but went along with the marshal of the King's bench, to accompany my lord chief-justice out of town, as is usual.
Hatsell, Baron—I thought it had been as usual for him to go but half the way with my lord chief-justice.
Rogers—They generally return back after they have gone half the way, but some of the head officers go throughout.
Stephens—It was the first circuit after the marshal came into his office, and that is the reason the marshal went the whole way.
Hatsell, Baron—Did not you talk of her courting days being over?
Prisoners—Not one word of it; we absolutely deny it.
Stephens—I never saw her.
Jones—Mr. Marson, did you ride in boots?