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Mrs. Borkman.
[Indignantly.] I! After all the wrong he has done me! No, thank you! Rather let the wolf go on prowling up there. Ella Rentheim. This room is too hot for me. You must let me take off my things after all. Mrs. Borkman. Yes, I asked you to. [Ella Rentheim takes off her hat and cloak and lays them on a chair beside the door leading to the hall.
Ella Rentheim.
Do you never happen to meet him, away from home?
Mrs. Borkman.
[With a bitter laugh.] In society, do you mean?
Ella Rentheim.
I mean, when he goes out walking. In the woods, or
Mrs. Borkman.
He never goes out.
Ella Rentheim.
Not even in the twilight?
Mrs. Borkman.
Never.
