Borkman.
Crying?
Foldal.
[Smiling.] Yes, would you believe it, she was crying her eyes out when I came away. Borkman. And you are laughing, Vilhelm? Foldal. Yes, I am, of course. But she, poor thing, she doesn't know any better, you see. Well, good-bye! It's a good thing I have the tramway so handy. Good-bye, good-bye, John Gabriel. Good-bye, Madam. [He bows and limps laboriously out by the way he came.
Borkman.
[Stands silent for a moment, gazing before him.] Good-bye, Vilhelm! It is not the first time in your life that you've been run over, old friend.
Ella Rentheim.
[Looking at him with suppressed anxiety.] You are so pale, John, so very pale.
Borkman.
That is the effect of the prison air up yonder.
Ella Rentheim.
I have never seen you like this before.
