MRS. BORKMAN.
[Slightly taken aback.] Yes, I should hope so!
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Is it not rather what you demand of him?
MRS. BORKMAN. [Curtly.] Erhart and I always make the same demands upon ourselves.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Sadly and slowly.] You are so very certain of your boy, then,
Gunhild?
MRS. BORKMAN. [With veiled triumph.] Yes, that I am—thank Heaven. You may be sure of that!
ELLA RENTHEIM. Then I should think in reality you must be happy after all; in spite of all the rest.
MRS. BORKMAN. So I am—so far as that goes. But then, every moment, all the rest comes rushing in upon me like a storm.
ELLA RENTHEIM. [With a change of tone.] Tell me—you may as well tell me at once—for that is really what I have come for——
MRS. BORKMAN.
What?
ELLA RENTHEIM. Something I felt I must talk to you about.—Tell me—Erhart does not live out here with—with you others?