You among others. But if I am to tell you my errand, I must begin far back.
Borkman.
You look tired.
Ella Rentheim.
Yes, I am tired.
Borkman.
Won’t you sit down? There, on the sofa.
Ella Rentheim.
Yes, thank you; I need rest.
[She crosses to the right and seats herself in the furthest forward corner of the sofa. Borkman stands beside the table with his hands behind his back looking at her. A short silence.