Mr. Bennett. "She may be a disorderly and disreputable character, which, in fact, her dressing as a man clearly shows, but I know of no law to punish her for wearing male attire." Oakley. "She travels the country with a woman named Isabella Watson, and they are both known at every race-course and fair as ballad-singers, and considered to be man and wife." Mr. Bennett. "She may have more than one reason for dressing in that manner, and passing as the husband of the woman Watson, and I wish it was in my power to imprison her." Oakley. "For upwards of seven years she has occasionally lodged with Watson, at Mr. ---- in ---- street, St. Giles's, and they always passed as man and wife; and, moreover, Chapman smokes; and whenever Watson gives her any offence, she beats her and blackens her eyes, though Watson is so much taller and apparently stronger." Mr. Bennett. "It is a very extraordinary case. What have you to say, prisoner?" Prisoner. "Isabella has lived with me as my companion for many years." Mr. Bennett. "Why do you dress as a man?" Prisoner. "I own I am disguised, and it was owing to the cruelty of a father-in-law that I first dressed in this manner. I never did harm to any person. I have been all over the kingdom, and never was in prison in my life before." Mr. Bennett. "Well I should advise you to be careful; if I could punish you, I would." Isabella Watson. "The poor fellow has been with me hundreds of miles as my companion, and he never got into a scrape before." Mr. Bennett. "It is a case that puzzles me, but I must discharge the prisoner." The prisoner, who was chewing tobacco, then bowed his head, and walked out of the office with Isabella, who exclaimed, "Never mind, my lad, if we live a hundred years it will be in this manner." Watson is about five feet seven inches in height, with rather an intelligent countenance; and Chapman is not more than five feet high. Her hair is light brown, and cut short, the same as a man's; and she has the gait of a man, and looks like a costermonger. We agree with this account in every thing except the height of the individuals. The reporter, we think, is a little man, who always sees inches through a magnifier. The man-woman is the height we have stated, or rather less, and his wife is five feet two inches, instead of five feet seven. It is curious but nevertheless a fact, that, although this strange being had lodged for a number of years at the house alluded to, it was never known it was a woman, though at the same time it was never supposed that the creature was a man.] This money-making man, it may be supposed, was a street singer; and was reported to be a native of that country--the land of leeks and cheese; that place where goats are said to abound--Wales. The landlord opened the door, and gave orders for the card players to cease; it was twelve o'clock. The gamblers were loth, but the master was peremptory. [Illustration] CHAPTER XI.