After several ineffectual efforts to proceed, she all at once seemed informed of the opinions around her, and gathering new courage from the dreadful thought now forcing itself upon her mind, that what she had said had done nothing toward her object, she exclaimed impetuously, advancing to the judge, and speaking alternately from him to the jury and the counsel—­

“He is not guilty of this crime, believe me.  I may not say what I know—­I can not—­you would not expect me to reveal it.  It would involve others whom I dare not name.  I must not say that—­but, believe me, Mr. Colleton is not guilty—­he did not commit the murder—­it was somebody else—­I know, I will swear, he had no hand in the matter.”

“Very well, my young lady, I have no doubt you think, and honestly believe, all that you say; but what reasons have you for this bold assertion in the teeth of all the testimony which has already been given?  You must not be surprised, if we are slow in believing what you tell us, until you can show upon what grounds you make your statement.  How know you that the prisoner did not commit this crime?  Do you know who did?  Can you reveal any facts for our knowledge?  This is what you must do.  Do not be terrified—­speak freely—­officer! a chair for the lady—­tell us all that you know—­keep nothing back—­remember, you are sworn to speak the truth—­the whole truth.”

The judge spoke kindly and encouragingly, while, with considerable emphasis, he insisted upon a full statement of all she knew.  But the distress of the poor girl increased with every moment of thought, which warned her of the predicament in which such a statement must necessarily involve her uncle.  “Oh, how can I speak all this?  How can I tell that which must destroy him—­”

“Him?—­Of whom do you speak, lady?  Who is he?” inquired the attorney of the state.

“He—­who?—­Oh, no, I can say nothing.  I can tell you nothing.  I know nothing but that Mr. Colleton is not guilty.  He struck no blow at Forrester.  I am sure of it—­some other hand—­some other person.  How can you believe that he would do so?”

There was no such charitable thought for him, however, in the minds of those who heard—­as how should there be?  A whispering dialogue now took place between the judge and the counsel, in which, while they evidently looked upon her as little better than demented with her love for the accused, they still appeared to hold it due to justice, not less than to humanity, to obtain from her every particular of testimony bearing on the case, which, by possibility, she might really have in her possession.  Not that they really believed that she knew anything which might avail the prisoner.  Regarding her as individually and warmly interested in his life, they looked upon her appearance, and the evidence which she tendered—­if so it might be styled—­as solely intended to provoke sympathy, gain time, or, possibly, as the mere ebullition of feelings so deeply excited as to have utterly passed the bounds of all restraining reason.  The judge, who was a good, not less than a sensible man, undertook, in concluding this conference, to pursue the examination himself, with the view to bringing out such portions of her information as delicacy or some other more influential motive might persuade her to conceal.