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Mrs. Borkman.
[Measuring her scornfully with her eye.] Yes, indeed! That I can easily believe.
Mrs. Wilton.
[With self-control.] Mrs. Borkman, there are forces in human life that you seem to know very little about.
Mrs. Borkman.
What forces, may I ask?
Mrs. Wilton.
The forces which ordain that two people shall join their lives together, indissolubly—and fearlessly.
Mrs. Borkman.
[With a smile.] I thought you were already indissolubly bound—to another.
Mrs. Wilton.
[Shortly.] That other has deserted me.
Mrs. Borkman.
But he is still living, they say.
Mrs. Wilton.
He's dead to me.
Erhart.
[Insistently.] Yes, mother, he is dead to Fanny. And besides, this other makes no difference to me!
