Your devoted
Alfred.
7 o’clock.
My moment of weakness is past. I see and I live in the future. Courage, then, all of us. Sooner or later innocence will triumph.
Go forward without flinching on the path you have marked out, as I shall go forward without weakening on my dolorous journey.
Wednesday, 16 January, 1895,
10 o’clock in the morning.
My Darling:
I have succeeded in conquering my nerves. I have silenced the tumult of my soul. It does no good to be impatient, since I am resolved to live to see my innocence proclaimed.
I know that it will require time—yes, a long time—but I shall wait, as I promised you that I would, with calmness and with dignity until the truth is known. My conscience will give me the necessary strength.