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Borkman.

[Harshly.] Yes I do! That is what has always prevented you from getting on in the world. If you would get all that out of your head, I could still help you on in life—help you to rise.

Foldal.

[Boiling inwardly.] Oh, you can't do that.

Borkman.

I can, when once I come into power again.

Foldal.

That won't be for many a day.

Borkman.

[Vehemently.] Perhaps you think that day will never come? Answer me!

Foldal.

I don't know what to answer.

Borkman.

[Rising, cold and dignified, and waving his hand towards the door.] Then I no longer have any use for you.

Foldal.

[Starting up.] No use——!

Borkman.

Since you do not believe that the tide will turn for me——