Ella Rentheim.
I shall remain here all the rest of my days if need be.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Collecting herself.] Very well, Ella; the house is yours——
Ella Rentheim.
Oh, nonsense——
Mrs. Borkman.
Everything is yours. The chair I am sitting in is yours. The bed I lie and toss in at night belongs to you. The food we eat comes to us from you.
Ella Rentheim.
It can’t be arranged otherwise, you know. Borkman can hold no property of his own; for some one would at once come and take it from him.