[Raising her hand warningly.] Do not do it, Erhart!
Ella Rentheim.
[Warmly.] Yes, yes, do it! Oh, help him, Erhart!
Mrs. Borkman.
And you advise him to do that? You, the lonely, dying woman.
Ella Rentheim.
I don’t care about myself.
Mrs. Borkman.
No, so long as it is not I that take him from you.
Ella Rentheim.