Mrs. Borkman.
You are right there.
Ella Rentheim.
[With a painful smile.] A dead man and two shadows—that is what the cold has made of us.
Mrs. Borkman.
Yes, the coldness of heart.—And now I think we two may hold out our hands to each other, Ella.
Ella Rentheim.
I think we may, now.
Mrs. Borkman.
We twin sisters—over him we have both loved.