She could not believe that the man she loved could be unworthy, and her conviction was so complete that it communicated itself to the jury: her trust was so noble that they became infected by it, and brought him in guiltless.[4] Extraordinary, was it not?
She was quite sure too of the verdict.

It is only noble souls who have that assurance and serenity....
[Illustration: "Speranza": Lady Wilde as a Young Woman] "When my father was dying it was the same thing.

I always see her sitting there by his bedside with a sort of dark veil over her head: quite silent, quite calm.

Nothing ever troubled her optimism.

She believed that only good can happen to us.