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Borkman.
You look tired.
Ella Rentheim.
Yes, I am tired.
Borkman.
Won't you sit down? There, on the sofa.
Ella Rentheim.
Yes, thank you; I need rest.
[She crosses to the right and seats herself in the furthest forward corner of the sofa. Borkman stands beside the table with his hands behind his back looking at her. A short silence.
Ella Rentheim.
It seems an endless time since we two met, Borkman, face to face.
Borkman.
[Gloomily.] It is a long, long time. And terrible things have passed since then.
Ella Rentheim.
A whole lifetime has passed—a wasted lifetime.
Borkman.
[Looking keenly at her.] Wasted!
Ella Rentheim.
Yes, I say wasted—for both of us.
