Ella Rentheim.
[Smiling sadly.] Not yet, Erhart.
Erhart.
[To Mrs. Borkman.] Mother—I beg and implore you—let me go!
Mrs. Borkman.
[Looks hardly at him.] Away from your mother? So that is what you want to do?
Erhart.
Of course I’ll come out again—to-morrow perhaps.
Mrs. Borkman.
[With passionate emotion.] You want to go away from me! To be with those strange people! With—with—no, I will not even think of it!