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Oh yes, that is true, Gunhild.

[Vehemently.] All the same, I call it mean, petty, base, contemptible of them, to think so much of the paltry losses they may have suffered through him. They were only money losses, nothing more.

[Not answering her.] So he lives up there quite alone. Absolutely by himself.

Yes, practically so. They tell me an old clerk or copyist or something comes out to see him now and then.

Ah, indeed; no doubt it is a man called Foldal. I know they were friends as young men.

Yes, I believe they were. But I know nothing about him. He was quite outside our circle—when we had a circle

So he comes out to see Borkman now?

Yes, he condescends to. But of course he only comes when it is dark.