BORKMAN.
Happy?
FOLDAL. Well, I don't exactly know what to call it. But I think happy is the nearest word. For something wonderful has happened! And that is why I couldn't help—I had to come out and share my happiness with you, John Gabriel.
BORKMAN.
[Harshly.] Well, share away then!
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Oh, but first take your friend indoors with you, Borkman.
BORKMAN.
[Sternly.] I have told you I will not go into the house.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
But don't you hear, he has been run over!
BORKMAN. Oh, we are all of us run over, sometime or other in life. The thing is to jump up again, and let no one see you are hurt.
FOLDAL. That is a profound saying, John Gabriel. But I can easily tell you my story out here, in a few words.
BORKMAN.
[More mildly.] Yes, please do, Vilhelm.
FOLDAL.
Well, now you shall hear! Only think, when I got home this
evening after I had been with you, what did I find but a letter.
Can you guess who it was from?