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Erhart.
Oh mother—do spare me these phrases! I wasn't born to be a "missionary."—Good-night, aunt dear! Good-night, mother!
[He goes hastily out through the hall.
Mrs. Borkman.
[After a short silence.] It has not taken you long to recapture him, Ella, after all.
Ella Rentheim.
I wish I could believe it.
Mrs. Borkman.
But you shall see you won't be allowed to keep him long.
Ella Rentheim.
Allowed? By you, do you mean?
Mrs. Borkman.
By me or—by her, the other one
Ella Rentheim.
Then rather she than you.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Nodding slowly.] That I understand. I say the same. Rather she than you.
Ella Rentheim.
Whatever should become of him in the end?
