[The sound dies away in the distance.
Ella Rentheim.
[After a moment.] Now the bells are out of hearing.
Mrs. Borkman.
They sounded like funeral bells.
Borkman.
[With a dry suppressed laugh.] Oho—it is not for me they are ringing to-night!
Mrs. Borkman.
No, but for me—and for him who has gone from me.
Ella Rentheim.