- ter of a little money—or some papers. But for
us! For me! And then for Erhart! My little boy—as he then was! [In rising excitement.] The shame that fell upon us two innocent ones! The dishonour! The hateful, terrible dishonour! And then the utter ruin too! Ella Rentheim. [Cautiously.] Tell me, Gunhild, how does he bear it? Mrs. Borkman. Erhart, do you mean? Ella Rentheim. No—he himself. How does he bear it? Mrs. Borkman. [Scornfully.] Do you think I ever ask about that? Ella Rentheim. Ask? Surely you do not require to ask Mrs. Borkman. [Looks at her in surprise.] You don't suppose I ever have anything to do with him? That I ever meet him? That I see anything of him? Ella Rentheim. Not even that! Mrs. Borkman. [As before.] The man who was in gaol, in gaol for five years! [Covers her face with her
