"Why, Kate, Katharine--forgive her, sir; Kate--Katharine, my dear--you forget. You ask questions of the stranger without any consideration." But she spoke to an unconscious auditor; and Forrester, though still almost speechless, now interposed:-- "Let her ask, mother--let her ask--let her know it all. He can say what I can not. He can tell all. Speak out, 'squire--speak out; don't fear for me. It must come, and who can better tell of it than you, who know it all?" Thus urged, Ralph, in a few words, related the occurrence. Though carefully avoiding the use of epithet or phrase which might color with an increased odium the connection and conduct of Forrester with the affair, the offence admitted of so little apology or extenuation, that the delicacy with which the details were narrated availed but little in its mitigation; and an involuntary cry burst from mother and daughter alike, to which the hollow groan that came from the lips of Forrester furnished a fitting echo. "And this is all true, Mark--must I believe all this?" was the inquiry of the young girl, after a brief interval. There was a desperate precipitance in the reply of Forrester:-- "True--Katharine--true; every word of it is true. Do you not see it written in my face? Am I not choked--do not my knees tremble? and my hands--look for yourself--are they not covered with blood?" The youth interposed, and for a moment doubted the sanity of his companion. He had spoken in figure--a mode of speech, which it is a mistake in rhetoricians to ascribe only to an artificial origin, during a state of mental quiet. Deep passion and strong excitements, we are bold to say, employ metaphor largely; and, upon an inspection of the criminal records of any country, it will be found that the most common narrations from persons deeply wrought upon by strong circumstances are abundantly stored with the evidence of what we assert. "And how came it, Mark?" was the inquiry of the maiden; "and why did you this thing?" "Ay, you may well ask, and wonder. I can not tell you. I was a fool--I was mad! I knew not what I did. From one thing I went on to another, and I knew nothing of what had been done until all was done. Some devil was at my elbow--some devil at my heart. I feel it there still; I am not yet free. I could do more--I could go yet farther. I could finish the damned work by another crime; and no crime either, since I should be the only victim, and well deserving a worse punishment." The offender was deeply excited, and felt poignantly. For some time it tasked all the powers of Ralph's mind, and the seductive blandishments of the maiden herself, to allay the fever of his spirit; when, at length, he was something restored, the dialogue was renewed by an inquiry of the old lady as to the future destination of her anticipated son-in-law, for whom, indeed, she entertained a genuine affection. "And what is to be the end of all this, Mark? What is it your purpose to do--where will you fly?"