ELLA RENTHEIM. [With animation.] Do you give your consent? Can you? BORKMAN. [Gloomily.] Yes. And it is no great sacrifice either. For in any case he is not mine. ELLA RENTHEIM. Thank you, thank you all the same for the sacrifice! But I have one thing more to beg of you--a great thing for me, Borkman. BORKMAN. Well, what is it? ELLA RENTHEIM. I daresay you will think it childish of me--you will not understand---- BORKMAN. Go on--tell me what it is. ELLA RENTHEIM. When I die--as I must soon--I shall have a fair amount to leave behind me. BORKMAN. Yes, I suppose so. ELLA RENTHEIM. And I intend to leave it all to Erhart. BORKMAN. Well, you have really no one nearer to you than he. ELLA RENTHEIM. [Warmly.] No, indeed, I have no one nearer me than he. BORKMAN. No one of your own family. You are the last. ELLA RENTHEIM. [Nodding slowly.] Yes, that is just it. When I die, the name of Rentheim dies with me. And that is such a torturing thought to me. To be wiped out of existence--even to your very name---- BORKMAN. [Firing up.] Ah, I see what you are driving at! ELLA RENTHEIM. [Passionately.] Do not let this be my forte. Let Erhart bear