Gotzkowsky approached her, and, seizing her hand, raised her rapidly from the floor. "We are alone now," said he with a hoarse, harsh voice. "Answer me, now. Who is concealed there in your room?"
"No one, my father."
"No one!" repeated he, sternly. "Why, then, do you tremble?"
"I tremble because you look at me so angrily," said she, terrified.
Her father cast her hand passionately from him. "Liar!" cried he. "Do you wish me to kill him?"
He took his sword from the table, and approached the door.
"What are you going to do, my father?" cried she, throwing herself in his way.
"I am going to kill the thief who stole my daughter's honor," cried
Gotzkowsky, his eyes flashing with rage.
"Father, father, by the God in heaven I am innocent!" cried she, convulsively, striving to hold him back.
"Then let me have the proof of this innocence," said he, pushing her back.