MRS. BORKMAN.
Worse than terrible--almost unendurable.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
Yes, it must be.

MRS. BORKMAN.
Always to hear his footsteps up there--from early morning till
far into the night. And everything sounds so clear in this house!

ELLA RENTHEIM.
Yes, it is strange how clear the sound is.

MRS. BORKMAN.
I often feel as if I had a sick wolf pacing his cage up there in
the gallery, right over my head. [Listens and whispers.] Hark!
Do you hear! Backwards and forwards, up and down, goes the wolf.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Tentatively.] Is no change possible, Gunhild?

MRS. BORKMAN.
[With a gesture of repulsion.] He has never made any movement
towards a change.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
Could you not make the first movement, then?

MRS. BORKMAN.