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Mrs. Borkman.
[Hardly.] You are losing him to me—yes. And that is just as it should be.
Ella Rentheim.
[Looking beseechingly at him.] Erhart, I cannot afford to lose you. For, I must tell you, I am a lonely—dying woman.
Erhart.
Dying?
Ella Rentheim.
Yes, dying. Will you come and be with me to the end? Attach yourself wholly to me? Be to me, as though you were my own child?
Mrs. Borkman.
[Interrupting.] And forsake your mother, and perhaps your mission in life as well? Will you, Erhart?
Ella Rentheim.
I am condemned to death. Answer me, Erhart.
Erhart.
[Warmly, with emotion.] Aunt Ella, you have been unspeakably good to me. With you I grew up in as perfect happiness as any boy can ever have known
Mrs. Borkman.
Erhart, Erhart!
