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Mrs. Borkman.
Yes, you can surely see for yourself that it is impossible. Or what?
Mrs. Wilton.
I should rather say that it seems highly improbable. But it's so, none the less.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Turning.] Are you really in earnest about this, Erhart?
Erhart.
This means happiness for me, mother—all the beauty and happiness of life. That is all I can say to you.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Clenching her hands together; to Mrs. Wilton.] Oh, how you have cajoled and deluded my unhappy son!
Mrs. Wilton.
[Raising her head proudly.] I have done nothing of the sort.
Mrs. Borkman.
You have not, you say!
Mrs. Wilton.
No. I have neither cajoled nor deluded him. Erhart came to me of his own free will. And of my own free will I went out half-way to meet him.
