To the last I hoped--sincerely I think--that I should be the man to suffer indictment.

But I hoped in vain.

A true bill was brought against Arthur, and his trial was set for the eighteenth of January.
The first use I made of my liberty was to visit Adelaide's grave.

In that sacred place I could best review my past and gather strength for the future.

The future! Was it under my control?
Did Arthur's fate hang upon my word?
I believed so.