[She spreads the cloak closer around him, and sinks down in the snow in front of the bench. A short silence.
[Mrs. Borkman, wrapped in a mantle, comes through the wood on the right. The Maid goes before her carrying a lantern.
The Maid.
[Throwing the light upon the snow.] Yes, yes, ma'am, here are their tracks.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Peering around.] Yes, here they are! They are sitting there on the bench. [Calls.] Ella!
Ella Rentheim.
[Rising.] Are you looking for us?
Mrs. Borkman.
[Sternly.] Yes, you see I have to.
Ella Rentheim.
[Pointing.] Look, there he lies, Gunhild.
Mrs. Borkman.
Sleeping?
Ella Rentheim.
A long, deep sleep, I think.
Mrs. Borkman.
[With an outburst.] Ella! [Controls herself and asks in a low voice.] Did he do it—of his own accord?
