Borkman.
[Without looking at her.] Some one must generally go down in a shipwreck.
Mrs. Borkman.
And your own son! Have you used your power—have you lived and laboured—to make him happy?
Borkman.
I do not know him.
Mrs. Borkman.
No, that is true. You do not even know him.
Borkman.
[Harshly.] You, his mother, have taken care of that!