Borkman.
He had to leave you in any case; he had to come to town.
Ella Rentheim.
[Wringing her hands.] Yes, but I cannot bear the solitude—the emptiness! I cannot bear the loss of your son’s heart!
Borkman.
[With an evil expression in his eyes.] H’m—I doubt whether you have lost it, Ella. Hearts are not so easily lost to a certain person—in the room below.
Ella Rentheim.
I have lost Erhart here, and she has won him back again. Or if not she, some one else. That is plain enough in the letters he writes me from time to time.
Borkman.
Then it is to take him back with you that you have come here?