MRS. BORKMAN.
Yes, I know. We must be content to live upon your pity and
charity.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Coldly.] I cannot prevent you from looking at it in that
light, Gunhild.

MRS. BORKMAN.
No, you cannot. When do you want us to move out?

ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Looking at her.] Move out?

MRS. BORKMAN.
[In great excitement.] Yes; you don't imagine that I will go
on living under the same roof with you! I tell you, I would
rather go to the workhouse or tramp the roads!

ELLA RENTHEIM.
Good. Then let me take Erhart with me----

MRS. BORKMAN.
Erhart? My own son? My child?

ELLA RENTHEIM.
Yes; for then I would go straight home again.

MRS. BORKMAN.
[After reflecting a moment, firmly.] Erhart himself shall choose