Mrs. Borkman.
[Looking solemnly at him.] Be strong, Erhart! Be strong, my son! Do not forget that you have your great mission.
Erhart.
Oh mother—do spare me these phrases! I wasn’t born to be a "missionary."—Good-night, aunt dear! Good-night, mother!
[He goes hastily out through the hall.
Mrs. Borkman.
[After a short silence.] It has not taken you long to recapture him, Ella, after all.
Ella Rentheim.
I wish I could believe it.
Mrs. Borkman.