"I will drive you out of this house!" he shouted.
"Very well!"
"I will disown you!"
"Very well!" she answered with growing determination. Janina felt that with each word her heart was hardening with greater resolve.
"I'll drive you out . . . do you hear? . . . and even though you die of hunger, I never want to hear of you again!"
"Very well!"
"Janina! I warn you, don't drive me to extremity. I beg you marry Grzesikiewicz, my daughter, my child! . . . Isn't it for your good? You have no one but me in the world and I am old . . . I will die . . . and you will remain alone without protection or support. . . . Janina, you have never loved me! . . . If you knew how unhappy I have been throughout my life, you would take pity on me!"
"No! . . . Never! . . ." she answered, unmoved even by his pleading.
"I ask you for the last time!" he shouted.
"For the last time I tell you no!" she flung back at him.