"You must!" insisted the lawyer, unwilling to be balked of his prey now in his hour of triumph.
"No," she said firmly, "it's only revenge you want—revenge—on——"
"Revenge on whom?" he demanded.
"You hated him from the very first," she cried.
"Hated whom?"
"Tod——"
"Always that man!" cried the lawyer impatiently. "You think of no one else. Ah, you love him! Tell me the truth, Paula, I can bear it now. You love him!"
The young girl was silent for a moment and then, in a tone so low as to be almost inaudible, she replied:
"Yes, I love him."
The lawyer bowed his head. There was nothing more to be said. He could only accept the inevitable.