I think, my love, you are mistaken in feeling as if you were called upon to do more than what the canon tells me Miss Monro has already done in your name--engaged the best legal advice, and spared no expense to give the suspected man every chance.
What could you do more even if you were on the spot?
And it is very possible that the trial may have come on before you get home.

Then what could you do?
He would either have been acquitted or condemned; if the former, he would find public sympathy all in his favour; it always is for the unjustly accused.

And if he turns out to be guilty, my dear Ellinor, it will be far better for you to have all the softening which distance can give to such a dreadful termination to the life of a poor man whom you have respected so long." But Ellinor spoke again with a kind of irritated determination, very foreign to her usual soft docility: "Please just let me judge for myself this once.

I am not ungrateful.

God knows I don't want to vex one who has been so kind to me as you have been, dear Mrs.Forbes; but I must go--and every word you say to dissuade me only makes me more convinced.