"You will marry Grzesikiewicz, I tell you; I, your father, command you to do so! You will obey me immediately, or I will kill you!" "Very well, kill me, if you want to, but I'll not obey you!" "I will drive you out of this house!" he shouted. "Very well!" "I will disown you!" "Very well!" she answered with growing determination. Janina felt that with each word her heart was hardening with greater resolve. "I'll drive you out . . . do you hear? . . . and even though you die of hunger, I never want to hear of you again!" "Very well!" "Janina! I warn you, don't drive me to extremity. I beg you marry Grzesikiewicz, my daughter, my child! . . . Isn't it for your good? You have no one but me in the world and I am old . . . I will die . . . and you will remain alone without protection or support. . . . Janina, you have never loved me! . . . If you knew how unhappy I have been throughout my life, you would take pity on me!" "No! . . . Never! . . ." she answered, unmoved even by his pleading. "I ask you for the last time!" he shouted. "For the last time I tell you no!" she flung back at him. Orlowski hurled his chair to the floor with such force that it was shattered to pieces. He tore open the collar of his shirt, so violent was the paroxysm of fury that had seized him, and with the broken arm of the chair in his hand, he sprang at Janina to strike her, but the cold, almost scornful, expression of her face brought him to his senses. "Get out of here!" he roared, pointing to the door, "get out! . . . Do you hear? I turn you out of my home forever! . . . You will never again pass this threshold while I live, for I will kill you like a mad dog and throw you out of the door! . . . I have no longer any daughter!" "Very well, I will go . . ." she answered mechanically. "I no longer have any daughter! Henceforth I don't want to know you or hear anything of you! . . . Go and perish . . . I will kill you! . . ." he shouted, rushing up and down the room like a madman. His insane violence now burst out in full force. He rushed out of the house and from the window Janina saw him running toward the woods. She sat silent, dumb, and as though turned to ice. She had expected everything, but never this. She burned with resentment but not a single tear clouded her eye. She gazed about her distractedly, for that hoarse cry still rang in her ears: "Get out of here! . . . get out!" "I will go, I will go . . ." she whispered in a humble and broken voice through the tears that filled her heart, "I will go. . . ." "God, my God! why am I so unhappy?" she cried after a while. Krenska, who had heard all, approached her. With feigned tears in her eyes she began to comfort her, but Janina gently pushed her away. It was not that which she needed; not that kind of comforting. "My father has driven me out . . . I must leave . . ." she said, marveling at her own words. "But that is preposterous! . . . Surely your father can be placated. . . ."