out here.

MRS. BORKMAN.
[Stares at her.] Here? In this house?

ELLA RENTHEIM.
Yes, here.

MRS. BORKMAN.
Here--with us? Remain all night?

ELLA RENTHEIM.
I shall remain here all the rest of my days if need be.

MRS. BORKMAN.
[Collecting herself.] Very well, Ella; the house is yours----

ELLA RENTHEIM.
Oh, nonsense----

MRS. BORKMAN.
Everything is yours. The chair I am sitting in is yours. The
bed I lie and toss in at night belongs to you. The food we eat
comes to us from you.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
It can't be arranged otherwise, you know. Borkman can hold no
property of his own; for some one would at once come and take it
from him.