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. 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----