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 out-faced 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.