“No,” she answered, “I’ll never stop. What’s the use of talking about it⁠—I’ll stay here till I die, I guess. It’s all I’m fit for.” And that was all that he could get her to say⁠—there was no use trying. When he told her he would not let Elzbieta take her money, she answered indifferently: “Then it’ll be wasted here⁠—that’s all.” Her eyelids looked heavy and her face was red and swollen; he saw that he was annoying her, that she only wanted him to go away. So he went, disappointed and sad.