Mrs. Borkman.
[Looks at him, deeply pained.] You would have gone away from me without saying goodbye?
Erhart.
Yes, I thought that would be best; best for all of us. Our boxes were packed and everything settled. But of course when you sent for me, I [Holding out his hands to her.] Goodbye, mother.
Mrs. Borkman.
[With a gesture of repulsion.] Don't touch me!
Erhart.
[Gently.] Is that your last word?
Mrs. Borkman.
[Sternly.] Yes.
Erhart.
[Turning.] Good-bye to you, then, Aunt Ella.
Ella Rentheim.
[Pressing his hands.] Good-bye, Erhart! And live your life—and be as happy—as happy as ever you can.
Erhart.
Thanks, Aunt. [Bowing to Borkman.] Goodbye, father. [Whispers to Mrs. Wilton.] Let us get away, the sooner the better.
Mrs. Wilton.
[In a low voice.] Yes, let us.
