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 between us.
Ella Rentheim.
[Looking doubtfully and hesitatingly at her.] He choose? Dare you risk that, Gunhild?
Mrs. Borkman.
[With a hard laugh.] Dare I? Let my boy choose between his mother and you? Yes, indeed I dare!
Ella Rentheim.
[Listening.] Is there some one coming? I thought I heard
Mrs. Borkman.
Then it must be Erhart.
[There is a sharp knock at the door leading in from the hall, which is immediately opened. Mrs. Wilton enters, in evening dress, and with outer wraps. She is followed by The Maid, who has not had time to announce her, and looks bewildered. The door remains half open. Mrs.
