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Borkman.

Good night, Vilhelm.

[Foldal goes out to the left.

[Borkman stands for a moment gazing at the closed door; makes a movement as though to call Foldal back, but changes his mind, and begins to pace the floor with his hands behind his back. Then he stops at the table beside the sofa and puts out the lamp. The room becomes half dark. After a short pause, there comes a knock at the tapestry door.

Borkman.

[At the table, starts, turns, and asks in a loud voice:] Who is that knocking? [No answer; another knock.

Borkman.

[Without moving.] Who is it? Come in! [Ella Rentheim, with a lighted candle in her hand, appears in the doorway. She wears her black dress, as before, with her cloak thrown loosely round her shoulders.

Borkman.

[Staring at her.] Who are you? What do you want with me?