BORKMAN.
[As before.] Yes, it is you Ella, I can see you now.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Can you recognise me?
BORKMAN.
Yes, now I begin to——
ELLA RENTHEIM.
The years have told on me, and brought winter with them, Borkman.
Do you not think so?
BORKMAN. [In a forced voice.] You are a good deal changed—just at first glance.
ELLA RENTHEIM. There are no dark curls on my neck now—the curls you once loved to twist round your fingers.
BORKMAN. [Quickly.] True! I can see now, Ella, you have done your hair differently.
ELLA RENTHEIM. [With a sad smile.] Precisely; it is the way I do my hair that makes the difference.
BORKMAN. [Changing the subject.] I had no idea that you were in this part of the world.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
I have only just arrived.