[Coldly.] Then you must be richer than I am in the power of love.
Ella Rentheim.
[Looking far away.] Perhaps it is the lack of love that keeps that power alive.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Fixing her eyes on her.] If that is so, then I shall soon be as rich as you, Ella.
[She turns and goes into the house.
Ella Rentheim.
[Stands for a time looking with a troubled expression at Borkman; then lays her hand cautiously upon his shoulder.] Come, John—you must come in, too.
Borkman.
[As if awakening.] I?