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Ella Rentheim.
[Closes the door and advances.] It is I, Borkman. [She puts down the candle on the piano and remains standing beside it.
Borkman.
[Stands as though thunderstruck, stares fixedly at her, and says in a half-whisper.] Is it—is it Ella? Is it Ella Rentheim?
Ella Rentheim.
Yes, it's "your" Ella, as you used to call me in the old days; many, many years ago.
Borkman.
[As before.] Yes, it is you Ella, I can see you now.
Ella Rentheim.
Can you recognise me?
Borkman.
Yes, now I begin to
Ella Rentheim.
The years have told on me, and brought winter with them, Borkman. Do you not think so?
Borkman.
[In a forced voice.] You are a good deal changed—just at the first glance.
