ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Evasively.] Oh, nothing particular.
MRS. BORKMAN.
You said it strangely—you did mean something by it, Ella!
ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Looking her straight in the eyes.] Yes, that is true, Gunhild!
I did mean something by it.
MRS. BORKMAN.
Well, then, say it right out.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
First let me tell you, I think I too have a certain claim upon
Erhart. Do you think I haven't?
MRS. BORKMAN. [Glancing round the room.] No doubt—after all the money you have spent upon him.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Oh, not on that account, Gunhild. But because I love him.
MRS. BORKMAN. [Smiling scornfully.] Love my son? Is it possible? You? In spite of everything?
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Yes, it is possible—in spite of everything. And it is true.
I love Erhart—as much as I can love any one—now—at my time of
life.
MRS. BORKMAN.
Well, well, suppose you do: what then?