I cannot go on living as a hanger-on in this house.

I--" He sought painfully for words, but could find none.
Pilar breathed hard.

"Well--in short--" The words came out as if she were being strangled.
"In short, Pilar--I must--we shall have--" "I will not help you.

Finish--you shall say the word." "We shall have to part, Pilar." "Wretch!" The cry wrenched itself from her breast.
Wilhelm rose and prepared to leave the room.

But at the same instant she had rushed to him, and clinging wildly to him, she cried, beside herself with anguish: "Don't go, Wilhelm, don't be angry with me.