Mrs. Borkman.
[Nods.] And now and then—late in the evening—I can hear him come down as though to go out. But he always stops when he is halfway downstairs, and turns back—straight back to the gallery.
Ella Rentheim.
[Quietly.] Do none of his old friends ever come up to see him?
Mrs. Borkman.
He has no old friends.
Ella Rentheim.
He had so many—once.
Mrs. Borkman.
H’m! He took the best possible way to get rid of them. He was a dear friend to his friends, was John Gabriel.