The years have told on me, and brought winter with them, Borkman. Do you not think so?
Borkman.
[In a forced voice.] You are a good deal changed—just at the first glance.
Ella Rentheim.
There are no dark curls on my neck now—the curls you once loved so to twist round your fingers.
Borkman.
[Quickly.] True! I can see now, Ella, you have done your hair differently.
Ella Rentheim.
[With a sad smile.] Precisely; it is the way I do my hair that makes the difference.
Borkman.