He lived long enough to be tried and sentenced, and he died in the infirmary holding my hand. I told him at the end that his daughter was alive, that she was a lady, and that I loved her. He could not speak, but he raised my hand to his lips. The Crown took every shilling, so I came out of it with nothing, which was the first honest thing that had happened to me in years. Then I fell ill with fever, and when the delirium cleared there was Joe sitting by the bed, who had come and nursed me for weeks and never once reproached me. He slipped away as soon as I was strong, having quietly paid my debts. I went into trade with Herbert in the East and worked eleven years to pay back what I owed. When I came home I walked through the ruined garden at Satis House in the evening mist, and Estella was standing there.