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Borkman.
[After a short silence.] You made an unwise choice, I fear, when you married.
Foldal.
I had practically no choice in the matter. And, you see, one feels a need for companionship as one begins to get on in years. And so crushed as I then was—so utterly broken down
Borkman.
[Jumping up in anger.] Is this meant for me? A reproach!
Foldal.
[Alarmed.] No, no, for Heaven's sake, John Gabriel!
Borkman.
Yes, you are thinking of the disaster to the bank, I can see you are!
Foldal.
[Soothingly.] But I don't blame you for that! Heaven forbid!
Borkman.
[Growling, resumes his seat.] Well, that is a good thing, at any rate.
Foldal.
Besides, you mustn't think it is my wife that I complain of. It is true she has not much
