No, no, no! You have come under some strange power. You are not in your mother’s power any longer; nor in your—your foster-mother’s either.
Erhart.
[With laboured defiance.] I am in my own power, mother! And working my own will!
Borkman.
[Advancing towards Erhart.] Then perhaps my hour has come at last.
Erhart.
[Distantly and with measured politeness.] How so? How do you mean, sir?
Mrs. Borkman.
[Scornfully.] Yes, you may well ask that.
Borkman.