Ella Rentheim.
Good. Then let me take Erhart with me——
Mrs. Borkman.
Erhart? My own son? My child?
Ella Rentheim.
Yes; for then I would go straight home again.
Mrs. Borkman.
[After reflecting a moment, firmly.] Erhart himself shall choose between us.
Ella Rentheim.
[Looking doubtfully and hesitatingly at her.] He choose? Dare you risk that, Gunhild?