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You look tired.

Yes, I am tired.

Won't you sit down? There, on the sofa.

Yes, thank you; I need rest.

[She crosses to the right and seats herself in the furthest forward corner of the sofa. ''stands beside the table with his hands behind his back looking at her. A short silence.''

It seems an endless time since we two met, Borkman, face to face.

[Gloomily.] It is a long, long time. And terrible things have passed since then.

A whole lifetime has passed—a wasted lifetime.

[Looking keenly at her.] Wasted!

Yes, I say wasted—for both of us.