[Stands as though thunderstruck, stares fixedly at her, and says in a half-whisper.] Is it—is it Ella? Is it Ella Rentheim?
Ella Rentheim.
Yes, it’s “your” Ella, as you used to call me in the old days; many, many years ago.
Borkman.
[As before.] Yes, it is you Ella, I can see you now.
Ella Rentheim.
Can you recognise me?
Borkman.
Yes, now I begin to——
Ella Rentheim.