John Gabriel Borkman
ELLA RENTHEIM. Oh, Gunhild--there were many, many families besides ours that that blow fell upon.
MRS. BORKMAN. Oh yes; but those others don't trouble me very much. For in their case it was only a matter of a little money--or some papers. But for us----! For me! And then for Erhart! My little boy--as he then was! [In rising excitement.] The shame that fell upon us two innocent ones! The dishonour! The hateful, terrible dishonour! And then the utter ruin too!
ELLA RENTHEIM. [Cautiously.] Tell me, Gunhild, how does he bear it?
MRS. BORKMAN. Erhart, do you mean?
ELLA RENTHEIM. No--he himself. How does he bear it?
MRS. BORKMAN. [Scornfully.] Do you think I ever ask about that?
ELLA RENTHEIM. Ask? Surely you do not require to ask----
MRS. BORKMAN. [Lo