[Returning the smile, half ironically, half seriously.] Men are so unstable, Mrs. Borkman. And women too. When Erhart is done with me—and I with him—then it will be well for us both that he, poor fellow, should have some one to fall back upon.
Mrs. Borkman.
But you yourself?
Mrs. Wilton.
Oh, I shall know what to do, I assure you. Good-bye to you all!
[She bows and goes out by the hall door. Erhart stands for a moment as though wavering; then he turns and follows her.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Dropping her folded hands.] Childless.
Borkman.
[As though awakening to a resolution.] Then out into the storm alone! My hat! My cloak!