She unfolded my arms with slow reluctance.

"No, dearest," she said, earnestly, with a face where pride fought hard against love.

"That is WHY, above all things, I did not want you to follow me.

I love you; I trust you: you love me; you trust me.
But I never will marry anyone till I have succeeded in clearing my father's memory.

I KNOW he did not do it; I KNOW Sebastian did.