"My heart is troubled," he said, speaking to himself rather than Peggy, and then fell to repeating the words of the psalm: "My friends and my neighbors have drawn near and stood against me. And they that were near me stood afar off." With round eyes Peggy watched him sadly, sure that he was in a fever, and wishing she had brought her aunt's medicaments of herbs and sweet waters from St. Mary's. "Come, Christopher," she said gently, "come into the house. There is naught amiss--thou art walking under the shadow of a bad dream." For an instant he faced her in silence. Then at last his words came out, swift and compelled as if shot from a cannon. "Little sister," he said, "a sudden trouble has fallen on my life, and almost the saddest part of it is that it is like to darken thine too. I would to God," he cried with sudden bitterness, "I had never brought thee over seas." "Am I in thy way?" "No! no!--rather art thou the only comfort I have to turn to." "Then," said Peggy with the characteristic stamp of her foot, "then why say such hard things? I am not very old and I am not very wise; but I think--I hope--I can be trusted, and I know I love thee dearly, and would lay down my life to serve thee." "Faithful little heart!" he murmured. "But tell me," she said, speaking softly, as one does to those in trouble,--"tell me what is this dark cloud which has fallen upon thee since thou didst come all smiles to lift me from my saddle this very day. Surely thou didst know of nothing then." "No, a few short hours since I would have refused to change my lot with any man in the province,--a few short hours, yet they may suffice to blight a life." "For the love of God, talk no more in riddles, but tell me plainly, what is it has changed thee so? Cheer up, dear heart, and do not talk as if thou didst stand accused of some terrible crime!" "_I do._" "For shame! 'tis no time for idle jesting." "Never were words spoke less in lightness. If thou must have plainer speech, know that I, Christopher Neville, thy brother, stand accused of murdering yonder priest." "What fools utter such imbecile slander?" "Alas, they are no fools that utter, ay, and believe it." "Why not go straight to Governor Brent and give them the lie?" Neville staggered as if a blow had struck him. "Peggy--" "Brother--" "_It is Brent who accuses me!_" At these words Peggy turned pale, but she never flinched. "Some villain has his ear," she cried. "Tell me who it is; I will face him down,--yes, I, girl though I am, will show him what it is to lie away the character, perhaps the life, of the best man in Maryland." "How do you know it is a lie?" Peggy Neville laughed--a nervous, hysterical laugh; but the sound was music in her brother's ears. There was one person, then, to whom the idea of his being a murderer was impossible--absurd. He smiled, but he repeated the question; "How dost thou know it is a lie?"