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Borkman.

[In a cold, business tone.] I cannot regard my life as wasted, yet.

Ella Rentheim.

And what about mine?

Borkman.

There you have yourself to blame, Ella.

Ella Rentheim.

[With a start.] And you can say that?

Borkman.

You could quite well have been happy without me.

Ella Rentheim.

Do you believe that?

Borkman.

If you had made up your mind to.

Ella Rentheim.

[Bitterly.] Oh yes, I know well enough there was some one else ready to marry me.

Borkman.

But you rejected him.

Ella Rentheim.

Yes, I did.

Borkman.

Time after time you rejected him. Year after year——