"Never. Do not tell him that I forgive him. I command you not to tell him that. Tell him,--tell him, that I hate him, and that if I ever meet him, I will look at him so that he shall never forget it. I could,--oh!--you do not know what I could do. Tell me;--did he tell you to say that he did not love me?"
"I wish I had not come," said Hetta.

"Never. Do not tell him that I forgive him. Tell him that I hate him. Did he tell you to say that he did not love me?"
"I wish I had not come," said Hetta.
