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Erhart.
Well, then, I think you ought to go quite early to bed.
Ella Rentheim.
[Looks at him smilingly.] I mean to.
Erhart.
[Eagerly.] And then we could have a good long talk to-morrow—or some other day, of course—about this and that—about things in general—you and mother and I. Wouldn't that be much the best plan, Aunt Ella?
Mrs. Borkman.
[With an outburst, rising from the sofa.] Erhart, I can see you are going to leave me!
Erhart.
[Starts.] What do you mean by that?
Mrs. Borkman.
You are going down to—to the Hinkels'?
Erhart.
[Involuntarily.] Oh, that! [Collecting himself.] Well, you wouldn't have me sit here and keep Aunt Ella up half the night? Remember, she's an invalid, mother.
Mrs. Borkman.
You are going to the Hinkels', Erhart!
