And yet you can say that it makes no difference to you?
Erhart.
[With defiant petulance.] I can only tell you that it is happiness I must have! I am young! I want to live, live, live!
Mrs. Borkman.
Yes, you are young, Erhart. Too young for this.
Mrs. Wilton.
[Firmly and earnestly.] You must not think, Mrs. Borkman, that I haven’t said the same to him. I have laid my whole life before him. Again and again I have reminded him that I am seven years older than he——
Erhart.
[Interrupting.] Oh nonsense, Fanny—I knew that all the time.
Mrs. Wilton.