"No," said Mrs. Catherine. "When Arthur Aytoun died, his wife was a young thing, feeble in her health, and oppressed with many troubles; for I have heard that he was far from a good man. James Aytoun was but a bairn then, and Alison was not born; besides that, they were strangers in that countryside, as well as Norman--being from the south--and would know little of him but his name. Mrs. Aytoun is a woman of a chastened spirit, child; she knows the unhappy lad has answered for his guilt langsyne before his Maker; and think not that she will keep his name in the mother's heart of her, in any dream of vengeance." Anne could not answer: her secret lay upon her like a cloud, weighing her down to the very earth. "I must tell the bairn," continued Mrs. Catherine, as if consulting with herself; "ay, I must tell the bairn, that she may know, without having any sick month of waiting, that there is a bar between Lewis and her that cannot be passed over--that there is a stern and terrible conclusion put to the dreams of their young love.--Child! it is a sore weight to lay upon a spirit innocent of all sorrow." Anne assented silently. "And you will have a harder battle with the youth," said Mrs. Catherine. "Child, there are bairns in this generation that would fain inherit the rights and possessions of their fathers, without the ills and the wrongs. Take heed of Lewis, lest he endeavor to hold this black deed lightly. I will not have it. The blood that a Ross spilt must never be joined in near kindred to another Ross. There is a deadly bar between the houses. Forgiveness there may be, full and free--I doubt it not--but union never. Mind, there can be no softening--no forgetting. The spirit that was sent to its account in violence and haste, by Norman's hand, would rise to bar that ill-trysted betrothal. It must end." Anne rose. "I will go," she said. "I parted from Lewis last night in anger, because I had no kind word to say to Alice when he bade me be her sister. I must hasten now to learn these terrible details more accurately. Lewis might refuse to believe a story which came so suddenly upon him, and came for such a purpose, if I did not know it all. I must go now." "You will get it best from Esther," said Mrs. Catherine. "I know she has brooded, in secret, over his sin and his death, since ever his sun set in yon terrible waves of blood-guiltiness. Anne, my bairn!" Mrs. Catherine paused, laid her hand upon Anne's drooping head, and went on, her voice sounding low and solemn. "The Lord uphold and strengthen you for your work; the Lord guide you with the uplifting of His countenance, and give you to walk firm in the midst of tribulation, and not to falter or be weary in the way."