Lenabegantocryandmoanafresh，beggingtheministertotakeherhome。HelookedhelplesslyatCanute。Canutesaidsimply，“Ifyouarewarmnow，youcanmarryus。“
“Mydaughter，doyoutakethisstepofyourownfreewill？“
askedtheministerinatremblingvoice。
“No，sir，Idon’t，anditisdisgracefulheshouldforcemeintoit！Iwon’tmarryhim。“
“Then，Canute，Icannotmarryyou，“saidtheminister，standingasstraightashisrheumaticlimbswouldlethim。