ELLA RENTHEIM. It can't be arranged otherwise, you know. Borkman can hold no property of his own; for some one would at once come and take it from him.
MRS. BORKMAN. Yes, I know. We must be content to live upon your pity and charity.
ELLA RENTHEIM. [Coldly.] I cannot prevent you from looking at it in that light, Gunhild.
MRS. BORKMAN.
No, you cannot. When do you want us to move out?
ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Looking at her.] Move out?
MRS. BORKMAN. [In great excitement.] Yes; you don't imagine that I will go on living under the same roof with you! I tell you, I would rather go to the workhouse or tramp the roads!
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Good. Then let me take Erhart with me——
MRS. BORKMAN.
Erhart? My own son? My child?
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Yes; for then I would go straight home again.
MRS. BORKMAN. [After reflecting a moment, firmly.] Erhart himself shall choose between us.