Mrs. Borkman.
I don’t believe it!
Ella Rentheim.
It is only a dream that you cherish. For if you hadn’t that to cling to, you feel that you would utterly despair.
Mrs. Borkman.
Yes, indeed I should despair. [Vehemently.] And I daresay that is what you would like to see, Ella!
Ella Rentheim.
[With head erect.] Yes, I would rather see that than see you “redeem” yourself at Erhart’s expense.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Threateningly.] You want to come between us? Between mother and son? You?