"What then ?" said he.
"Item, that between nones and vespers on the feast of James the Less the said brother John was observed upon the Brockenhurst road, near the spot which is known as Hatchett's Pond in converse with a person of the other sex, being a maiden of the name of Mary Sowley, the daughter of the King's verderer.

Item, that after sundry japes and jokes the said brother John did lift up the said Mary Sowley and did take, carry, and convey her across a stream, to the infinite relish of the devil and the exceeding detriment of his own soul, which scandalous and wilful falling away was witnessed by three members of our order." A dead silence throughout the room, with a rolling of heads and upturning of eyes, bespoke the pious horror of the community.
The Abbot drew his gray brows low over his fiercely questioning eyes.
"Who can vouch for this thing ?" he asked.
"That can I," answered the accuser.

"So too can brother Porphyry, who was with me, and brother Mark of the Spicarium, who hath been so much stirred and inwardly troubled by the sight that he now lies in a fever through it." "And the woman ?" asked the Abbot.

"Did she not break into lamentation and woe that a brother should so demean himself ?" "Nay, she smiled sweetly upon him and thanked him.

I can vouch it and so can brother Porphyry." "Canst thou ?" cried the Abbot, in a high, tempestuous tone.