You cannot give up two or three little months to brighten the close of a poor waning life?
Erhart.
I cannot, Aunt, however much I may wish to.
Ella Rentheim.
Not for the sake of one who loves you so dearly?
Erhart.
I solemnly assure you, Aunt Ella, I cannot.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Looking sharply at him.] And your mother has no power over you either, any more?
Erhart.