[Coming up to him.] What do you want to show me, John?
Borkman.
[Pointing outwards.] Do you see how free and open the country lies before us—away to the far horizon?
Ella Rentheim.
We have often sat on this bench before, and looked out into a much, much further distance.
Borkman.
It was a dreamland we then looked out over.
Ella Rentheim.
[Nodding sadly.] It was the dreamland of our life, yes. And now that land is buried in snow. And the old tree is dead.
Borkman.