MRS. BORKMAN.
[As before.] Everything here belongs to your aunt, you know.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
I intend to remain here, Erhart—just now—for the present.
I shall set up a little establishment of my own, over in the
bailiff's wing.
ERHART. Ah, that's a good idea. There are plenty of rooms there. [With sudden vivacity.] But, by-the-bye, Aunt—aren't you very tired after your journey?
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Oh yes, rather tired.
ERHART.
Well, then, I think you ought to go quite early to bed.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Looks at him smilingly.] I mean to.
ERHART. [Eagerly.] And then we could have a good long talk to-morrow— or some other day, of course—about this and that—about things in general—you and mother and I. Wouldn't that be much the best plan, Aunt Ella?
MRS. BORKMAN. [With an outburst, rising from the sofa.] Erhart, I can see you are going to leave me!
ERHART.
[Starts.] What do you mean by that?
MRS. BORKMAN.
You are going down to—to the Hinkels'?