BORKMAN.
[With laughter, interrupted by coughing.]
Oh, it is not hidden plunder I mean; don’t be afraid of that, Ella. [Stopping, and pointing outwards.] Do you see that man there? Who is it?
[VILHELM FOLDAL, in an old cape, covered with snow, with his hat-brim turned down, and a large umbrella in his hand, advances towards the corner of the house, laboriously stumbling through the snow. He is noticeably lame in his left foot.]
