ELLA RENTHEIM. Something I felt I must talk to you about.--Tell me--Erhart does not live out here with--with you others? MRS. BORKMAN. [Harshly.] Erhart cannot live out here with me. He has to live in town---- ELLA RENTHEIM. So he wrote to me. MRS. BORKMAN. He must, for the sake of his studies. But he comes out to me for a little while every evening. ELLA RENTHEIM. Well, may I see him then? May I speak to him at once? MRS. BORKMAN. He has not come yet; but I expect him every moment. ELLA RENTHEIM. Why, Gunhild, surely he must have come. I can hear his footsteps overhead. MRS. BORKMAN. [With a rapid upward glance.] Up in the long gallery? ELLA RENTHEIM. Yes. I have heard him walking up and down there ever since I came. MRS. BORKMAN. [Looking away from her.] That is not Erhart, Ella. ELLA RENTHEIM. [Surprised.] Not Erhart? [Divining.] Who is it then? MRS. BORKMAN. It is he. ELLA RENTHEIM. [Softly, with suppressed pain.] Borkman? John Gabriel Borkman? MRS. BORKMAN. He walks up and down like that--backwards and forwards--from morning to night--day out and day in. ELLA RENTHEIM. I have heard something of this----