As the trial had proceeded, her countenance had altered.

Surprise, horror, and misery were strongly expressed.

Sometimes she struggled with her tears, but when she was desired to plead, she collected her powers and spoke in an audible although variable voice.
"God knows," she said, "how entirely I am innocent.

But I do not pretend that my protestations should acquit me; I rest my innocence on a plain and simple explanation of the facts which have been adduced against me, and I hope the character I have always borne will incline my judges to a favourable interpretation where any circumstance appears doubtful or suspicious." She then related that, by the permission of Elizabeth, she had passed the evening of the night on which the murder had been committed at the house of an aunt at Chene, a village situated at about a league from Geneva.

On her return, at about nine o'clock, she met a man who asked her if she had seen anything of the child who was lost.