“Could you truly, Euan?”

“As willingly as I kneel at prayer!”

“How dear and gallant and sweet you are to me — — ” She broke off in dismay. “Ai-me! Heaven pity us both, for we are saying what should wait to be said, and have talked of love only while vowing not to do so!� Let loose my hand, Euan — that somehow has stolen into yours. Ai-me! This is a very maze I seem to travel in, with every pitfall hiding all I would avoid, and everywhere ambush laid for me� . Listen, dear lad, I am more pitifully at your mercy than I dreamed of. Be faithful to my faithless self that falters. Point out the path from your own strength and compassion� . I — I must find my way to Catharines-town before I can give myself to thoughts of you