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hands.] Oh, the crushing shame of it! [With increased vehemence.] And then to think of all that the name of John Gabriel Borkman used to mean! No, no, no—I can never see him again! Never!
Ella Rentheim.
[Looks at her for a while.] You have a hard heart, Gunhild.
Mrs. Borkman.
Towards him, yes.
Ella Rentheim.
After all, he is your husband.
Mrs. Borkman.
Did he not say in court that it was I who began his ruin? That I spent money so recklessly?
Ella Rentheim.
[Tentatively.] But is there not some truth in that?
Mrs. Borkman.
Why, it was he himself that made me do it! He insisted on our living in such an absurdly lavish style
Ella Rentheim.
Yes, I know. But that is just where you should have restrained him; and apparently you didn't.
