ERHART.
Don't you see how lovely she is!
MRS. BORKMAN. [Wringing her hands.] And I have to bear this load of shame as well!
BORKMAN. [At the back, harshly and cuttingly.] Ho—you are used to bearing things of that sort, Gunhild!
ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Imploringly.] Borkman!
ERHART.
[Similarly.] Father!
MRS. BORKMAN.
Day after day I shall have to see my own son linked to a—a——
ERHART. [Interrupting her harshly.] You shall see nothing of the kind, mother! You may make your mind easy on that point. I shall not remain here.
MRS. WILTON.
[Quickly and with decision.] We are going away, Mrs. Borkman.
MRS. BORKMAN.
[Turning pale.] Are you going away, too? Together, no doubt?
MRS. WILTON. [Nodding.] Yes, I am going abroad, to the south. I am taking a young girl with me. And Erhart is going along with us.