Ella Rentheim.
Not even in the twilight?
Mrs. Borkman.
Never.
Ella Rentheim.
[With emotion.] He cannot bring himself to go out?
Mrs. Borkman.
I suppose not. He has his great cloak and his hat hanging in the cupboard—the cupboard in the hall you know——
Ella Rentheim.
[To herself.] The cupboard we used to hide in when we were little——