"Nothing remains. He will get nothing."
"Nor will you. I do not believe that after all he will ever marry you. He will not be such a fool."
"Perhaps not, aunt; and in that case you will have your wish."
"But no one can ever speak to you again after such a condition. Do you think that I or your uncle could have you at our house when all the world shall know that you have been jilted by a Jew?"
"I will not trouble you by going to your house."
"And is that all the satisfaction I am to have?"
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to say that you will give this man up, and return to your duty as a Christian."
"I will never give him up — never. I would sooner die."
"Very well. Then I shall know how to act. You will not be a bit nearer marrying him; I can promise you that. You are mistaken if you think that in such a matter as this a girl like you can do just as she pleases." Then she turned again upon the poor man in bed. "Josef Balatka, I am ashamed of you. I am indeed — I am ashamed of you."