"In spite of all that you tell me, I shall not give up."
In spite of her resolve to fight she was on the verge of tears. She sat at a table, shrinking from the sinister figure before her. Millar inspired her with a nameless terror, and it was almost against her will that she listened.
"Let me tell you what you must do," he said, sitting down in front of her. "Do you know what you should do?"
"I don't like to have you sit in judgment on me this way," she protested. "You question me as if you were a judge."
"No, it is not that, but you answer as if you were a prisoner. Now, little Elsa, stand up and listen. You know that Karl is in love with Olga."
"Yes, I know it; it is the only thing I do know."
"Then you should give Karl up."
"I can't give him up."
"You must learn."
"How? From whom shall I learn?"