[Looking up.] Good heavens, are you out on the steps, John Gabriel? [Bowing.] And Mrs. Borkman, too, I see.
Borkman.
[Shortly.] This is not Mrs. Borkman.
Foldal.
Oh, I beg pardon. You see, I have lost my spectacles in the snow. But how is it that you, who never put your foot out of doors——?
Borkman.
[Carelessly and gaily.] It is high time I should come out into the open air again, don’t you see? Nearly three years in detention—five years in prison—eight years in the gallery up there——
Ella Rentheim.
[Distressed.] Borkman, I beg you——
Foldal.