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Ella Rentheim.
I? Now?
Borkman.
Yes, at once!
Ella Rentheim.
But how far?
Borkman.
As far as ever I can.
Ella Rentheim.
Oh, but think what you are doing! Out in this raw, cold winter night
Borkman.
[Speaking very hoarsely.] Oho—my lady is concerned about her health? Yes, yes—I know it is delicate. Ella Rentheim. It is your health I am concerned about. Borkman. Hohoho! A dead man's health! I can't help laughing at you, Ella! [He moves onwards.
Ella Rentheim.
[Following him: holding him back.] What did you call yourself?
Borkman.
A dead man, I said. Don't you remember, Gunhild told me to lie quiet where I was?
