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Ella Rentheim.
So he wrote to me.
Mrs. Borkman.
He must, for the sake of his studies. But he comes out to me for a little while every evening.
Ella Rentheim.
Well, may I see him then? May I speak to him at once?
Mrs. Borkman.
He has not come yet; but I expect him every moment.
Ella Rentheim.
Why, Gunhild, surely he must have come. I can hear his footsteps overhead.
Mrs. Borkman.
[With a rapid upward glance.] Up in the long gallery?
Ella Rentheim.
Yes. I have heard him walking up and down there ever since I came.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Looking away from her.] That is not Erhart, Ella.
Ella Rentheim.
[Surprised.] Not Erhart? [Divining.] Who is it then?
