MRS. BORKMAN.
[With veiled triumph.] Yes, that I am--thank Heaven. You may
be sure of that!

ELLA RENTHEIM.
Then I should think in reality you must be happy after all; in
spite of all the rest.

MRS. BORKMAN.
So I am--so far as that goes. But then, every moment, all the
rest comes rushing in upon me like a storm.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
[With a change of tone.] Tell me--you may as well tell me at
once--for that is really what I have come for----

MRS. BORKMAN.
What?

ELLA RENTHEIM.
Something I felt I must talk to you about.--Tell me--Erhart does
not live out here with--with you others?

MRS. BORKMAN.
[Harshly.] Erhart cannot live out here with me. He has to live
in town----

ELLA RENTHEIM.
So he wrote to me.