"It is my testimony which may save an innocent life," said I, "and they will not suffer me to bear it. What would you do yourself? You know what this is, whose father lies in danger. Would you desert the poor soul? They have tried all ways with me. They have sought to bribe me; they offered me hills and valleys. And to-day that sleuth-hound told me how I stood, and to what a length he would go to butcher and disgrace me. I am to be brought in a party to the murder; I am to have held Glenure in talk for money and old clothes; I am to be killed and shamed. If this is the way I am to fall, and me scarce a man--if this is the story to be told of me in all Scotland--if you are to believe it too, and my name is to be nothing but a byword--Catriona, how can I go through with it? The thing's not possible; it's more than a man has in his heart." I poured my words out in a whirl, one upon the other; and when I stopped I found her gazing on me with a startled face. "Glenure! It is the Appin murder," she said softly, but with a very deep surprise. I had turned back to bear her company, and we were now come near the head of the brae above Dean village. At this word I stepped in front of her like one suddenly distracted. "For God's sake!" I cried, "for God's sake, what is this that I have done?" and carried my fists to my temples. "What made me do it? Sure, I am bewitched to say these things!" "In the name of heaven, what ails you now?" she cried. "I gave my honour," I groaned, "I gave my honour, and now I have broke it. O Catriona!" "I am asking you what it is," she said; "was it these things you should not have spoken? And do you think _I_ have no honour, then? or that I am one that would betray a friend? I hold up my right hand to you and swear." "O, I knew you would be true!" said I. "It's me--it's here. I that stood but this morning and outfaced them, that risked rather to die disgraced upon the gallows than do wrong--and a few hours after I throw my honour away by the roadside in common talk! 'There is one thing clear upon our interview,' says he, 'that I can rely on your pledged word.' Where is my word now? Who could believe me now? _You_ could not believe me. I am clean fallen down; I had best die!" All this I said with a weeping voice, but I had no tears in my body. "My heart is sore for you," said she, "but be sure you are too nice. I would not believe you, do you say? I would trust you with anything. And these men? I would not be thinking of them! Men who go about to entrap and to destroy you! Fy! this is no time to crouch. Look up! Do you not think I will be admiring you like a great hero of the good--and you a boy not much older than myself? And because you said a word too much in a friend's ear, that would die ere she betrayed you--to make such a matter! It is one thing that we must both forget." "Catriona," said I, looking at her, hang-dog, "is this true of it? Would ye trust me yet?"