"Why?" he queried sharply, as though he did not understand her.
"I told him that I do not love him and do not wish to marry at all. . . ."
"You are a fool! . . . a fool! . . . a fool!" he hissed at her through his tightly set teeth.
She regarded him calmly and all her old obstinacy returned.
"I said that you would marry him. I gave my word that you would marry him, and you will marry him!"
"I will not! . . . no one is able to force me!" she answered sullenly, looking with steady gaze into her father's eyes.
"I will drag you to the altar. I will compel you! . . . You must! . . ." he cried hoarsely.
"No!"
"You will marry Grzesikiewicz, I tell you; I, your father, command you to do so! You will obey me immediately, or I will kill you!"
"Very well, kill me, if you want to, but I'll not obey you!"