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Ella Rentheim.
Yes, it is possible—in spite of everything. And it is true. I love Erhart—as much as I can love any one—now—at my time of life.
Mrs. Borkman.
Well, well, suppose you do: what then?
Ella Rentheim.
Why, then, I am troubled as soon as I see anything threatening him.
Mrs. Borkman.
Threatening Erhart! Why, what should threaten him? Or who?
Ella Rentheim.
You in the first place—in your way.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Vehemently.] I!
Ella Rentheim.
And then this Mrs. Wilton, too, I am afraid.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Looks at her for a moment in speechless surprise.] And you can think such things of Erhart! Of my own boy! He, who has his great mission to fulfil!
Ella Rentheim.
[Lightly.] Oh, his mission!
