[He goes hastily towards the door.
Ella Rentheim.
[In terror, stopping him.] John Gabriel, where are you going?
Borkman.
Out into the storm of life, I tell you. Let me go, Ella!
Ella Rentheim.
[Holding him back.] No, no, I won’t let you out! You are ill. I can see it in your face!
Borkman.
Let me go, I tell you!
[He tears himself away from her, and goes out by the hall.