Passion was working strongly within him.
"But she does not put compulsion upon me." The candle was expiring in the socket, and he lit another and put it in its place.

It was past midnight.

He remained for a little with the candlestick in his hand, and then took the light in to Gjert.

The boy was lying in his mother's place, and had evidently cried himself to sleep.
His father stood for a long while over him.

His lips quivered, and his face became ashy pale.