[Slightly taken aback.] Yes, I should hope so!
Ella Rentheim.
Is it not rather what you demand of him?
Mrs. Borkman.
[Curtly.] Erhart and I always make the same demands upon ourselves.
Ella Rentheim.
[Sadly and slowly.] You are so very certain of your boy, then, Gunhild?
Mrs. Borkman.
[With, veiled triumph.] Yes, that I am—thank Heaven. You may be sure of that!
Ella Rentheim.