ELLA RENTHEIM. [Nods slowly.] Yes. I could see you—the whole of you—in his letters of late.
MRS. BORKMAN. [Gallingly.] I have made the best use of these eight years. I have had him under my own eye, you see.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Controlling herself.] What have you said to Erhart about me?
Is it the sort of thing you can tell me?
MRS. BORKMAN.
Oh yes, I can tell you well enough.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Then please do.
MRS. BORKMAN.
I have only told him the truth.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Well?
MRS. BORKMAN. I have impressed upon him, every day of his life, that he must never forget that it is you we have to thank for being able to live as we do—for being able to live at all.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Is that all?
MRS. BORKMAN. Oh, that is the sort of thing that rankles; I feel that in my own heart.