ELLA RENTHEIM.
Oh, yes, that is true, Gunhild.

MRS. BORKMAN.
[Vehemently.] All the same, I call it mean, petty, base,
contemptible of them, to think so much of the paltry losses
they may have suffered through him. They were only money
losses, nothing more.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Not answering her.] So he lives up there quite alone.
Absolutely by himself.

MRS. BORKMAN.
Yes, practically so. They tell me an old clerk or copyist or
something comes out to see him now and then.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
Ah, indeed; no doubt it is a man called Foldal. I know they
were friends as young men.

MRS. BORKMAN.
Yes, I believe they were. But I know nothing about him. He
was quite outside our circle--when we had a circle----

ELLA RENTHEIM.
So he comes out to see Borkman now?

MRS. BORKMAN.
Yes, he condescends to. But of course he only comes when it