"Quite likely," answered Sven, "you may be acquitted of the murder. But
then there is that other matter of the bank book. In any case, you will
not be released yet awhile. It may be years before you are a free man
again. You cannot say how long it may be. And, in the meantime, what is
to happen to the girl? She may be ruined before you see her. It is not
an easy thing for a girl to be the daughter of such a man as you. And I
am afraid she will go from bad to worse. Five thousand now, that would
help her. Let her have the money now, and you will have something to
think of, something to be glad of, all your life. Then you will have
done something to wipe out what you have done. You would be respected
for that."
The accused rose to his feet once more.
"Stop it!" he cried, stamping his foot. "You are driving me out of my
mind with your talk."
Sven was silent at once.
The accused stood thinking, searching out his soul; looking everywhere
for that love for his daughter that he thought must be there. They were
trying to lead him as they pleased through his love for his daughter.
They asked of him to sacrifice all that was left of life for her sake.
He, a man with nothing in the world but his freedom, he was to give up
that for his daughter's sake! For love of her! But was there any such
love in him at all? Now that he sought for it, he could find nothing. Or
yes, perhaps, a little. But nothing to speak of. Not enough to make a
sacrifice. It is not so easy to make sacrifices. This fellow here who
talked so glibly about it all, and was trying all the time to get him
shut up and put out of harm's way--would he make any sacrifice for the
sake of what he sought?
"I will do as you ask," he said at last; "I will answer those three
questions. But on one condition. It's all very well that my girl gets
the money. But the money's not everything after all. No, the best thing
she could have would be a good husband. _If you will promise me to marry
her yourself, then I will sign_."
Sven Elversson started back in consternation.
"I had not expected that," he said in a low voice.
"I am asking if you will marry my daughter," said the accused, with a
sneer. "Now, what do you say to that? You ask me to give up everything
for her sake, but you are not so ready to give up anything yourself."
"But--she is your daughter. It was you that brought her into the world,"
said Sven Elversson. "I have hardly spoken to her in my life."
"Just as you like. Only then, of course, I need not trouble about the
questions. It's really a pity, though. I've quite taken a fancy to you.
I'd like to have you for a son-in-law." And he laughed boisterously.
Sven Elversson passed his hand over his eyes, and drew a deep breath. "I
understand now," he said to himself. "The man who would have power over
others must be prepared to crucify himself. Nothing less will serve."
He looked long and searchingly at the man before him.
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