Harry felt that the acquittal of Mrs.Wentworth was now secure, for the jury itself, sharing the popular feeling, gave expressions of approbation in many remarks.

If the language of Harry had been simple, it had carried conviction to every soul, and all present, as they looked upon the accused, felt that her offense was fully atoned for by the chain of harrowing circumstances with which she had been bound.
And for her--the soldier's wife?
She had remained a passive spectator of all that occurred.

When the voice of her defender first broke on her ear, she turned and looked at him for a moment, then, as if indifferent whether his defense was successful or not, she turned her head away and listlessly gazed at the crowd.

She cared not now for freedom and acquittal; she felt that the chords of reason were on the point of breaking, and but one thought, one desire, filled her mind, before they broke and madness held sway over her.

It was to see that loved form, to gaze once more on those loved features, to be clasped once again in her HUSBAND'S arms.