I adopt them for mine! I say Not Proven won't do for _me._ Prove your right, Eustace, to a verdict of Not Guilty.

Why have you let three years pass without doing it?
Shall I guess why?
You have waited for your wife to help you.
Here she is, my darling, ready to help you with all her heart and soul.
Here she is, with one object in life--to show the world and to show the Scotch Jury that her husband is an innocent man!" I had roused myself; my pulses were throbbing, my voice rang through the room.

Had I roused _him_?
What was his answer?
"Read the Trial." That was his answer.
I seized him by the arm.

In my indignation and my despair I shook him with all my strength.

God forgive me, I could almost have struck him for the tone in which he had spoken and the look that he had cast on me! "I have told you that I mean to read the Trial," I said.