Don't blame me, my poor child, if I look on further than you do: if I see what is to come--too surely to come--in the cruel future." "The cruel future!" I repeated.

"What do you mean ?" "You believe in my innocence, Valeria.

The jury who tried me doubted it--and have left that doubt on record.

What reason have _you_ for believing, in the face of the Verdict, that I am an innocent man ?" "I want no reason! I believe in spite of the jury--in spite of the Verdict." "Will your friends agree with you?
When your uncle and aunt know what has happened--and sooner or later they must know it--what will they say?
They will say, 'He began badly; he concealed from our niece that he had been wedded to a first wife; he married our niece under a false name.
He may say he is innocent; but we have only his word for it.

When he was put on his Trial, the Verdict was Not Proven.