Ryder. Jane! she is a simpleton. You could make her think she heard anything. I noticed you put the words in her mouth.
Prisoner. God forgive you, you naughty woman. You had better have spoken the truth.
Ryder. My lord, if you please, am I to be miscalled—by a murderess?
Judge. Come, come, this is no place for recrimination.
The prisoner now stooped and examined her papers, and took a distinct line of cross-examination.
Prisoner (with apparent carelessness). At all events, you are a virtuous woman, Mrs. Ryder?
Ryder. Yes, madam, as virtuous as yourself, to say the least.
Prisoner (still more carelessly). Married or single?
Ryder. Single, and like to be.
Prisoner. Yes, if I remember right, I made a point of that before I engaged you as my maid.