Mrs. Borkman.
Yes, I know. We must be content to live upon your pity and charity.
Ella Rentheim.
[Coldly.] I cannot prevent you from looking at it in that light, Gunhild.
Mrs. Borkman.
No, you cannot. When do you want us to move out?
Ella Rentheim.
[Looking at her.] Move out?
Mrs. Borkman.
[In great excitement.] Yes; you don’t imagine that I will go on living under the same roof with you! I tell you, I would rather go to the workhouse or tramp the roads!