Mrs. Borkman.
[In fear and agitation.] Let me pass, I say! He must not go away from me!
Ella Rentheim.
It is utterly useless, I tell you! You will never overtake him.
Mrs. Borkman.
Let me go, Ella! I will cry aloud after him all down the road. And he must hear his mother’s cry!
Ella Rentheim.
He cannot hear you. You may be sure he is in the sledge already.
Mrs. Borkman.
No, no; he can’t be in the sledge yet!