John Gabriel Borkman Part 17

BORKMAN.

[Not noticing him.] Only to think of it; so near to the goal as I was! If I had only had another week to look about me! All the deposits would have been covered. All the securities I had dealt with so daringly should have been in their places again as before. Vast companies were within a hair's-breadth of being floated. Not a soul should have lost a half-penny.

FOLDAL.

Yes, yes; you were on the very verge of success.

BORKMAN.

[With suppressed fury.] And then treachery overtook me! Just at the critical moment! [Looking at him.] Do you know what I hold to be the most infamous crime a man can be guilty of?

FOLDAL.

No, tell me.

BORKMAN.

It is not murder. It is not robbery or house-breaking. It is not even perjury. For all these things people do to those they hate, or who are indifferent to them, and do not matter.

FOLDAL.

What is the worst of all then, John Gabriel?

BORKMAN.

[With emphasis.] The most infamous of crimes is a friend's betrayal of his friend's confidence.

FOLDAL.

[Somewhat doubtfully.] Yes, but you know----

BORKMAN.

[Firing up.] What are you going to say? I see it in your face.

But it is of no use. The people who had their securities in the bank should have got them all back again--every farthing. No; I tell you the most infamous crime a man can commit is to misuse a friend's letters; to publish to all the world what has been confided to him alone, in the closest secrecy, like a whisper in an empty, dark, double-locked room. The man who can do such things is infected and poisoned in every fibre with the morals of the higher rascality. And such a friend was mine--and it was he who crushed me.

FOLDAL.

I can guess whom you mean.

BORKMAN.

There was not a nook or cranny of my life that I hesitated to lay open to him. And then, when the moment came, he turned against me the weapons I myself had placed in his hands.

FOLDAL.

I have never been able to understand why he---- Of course, there were whispers of all sorts at the time.

BORKMAN.

What were the whispers? Tell me. You see I know nothing.

For I had to go straight into--into isolation. What did people whisper, Vilhelm?

FOLDAL.

You were to have gone into the Cabinet, they said.

BORKMAN.

I was offered a portfolio, but I refused it.

FOLDAL.

Then it wasn't there you stood in his way?

BORKMAN.

Oh, no; that was not the reason he betrayed me.

FOLDAL.

Then I really can't understand----

BORKMAN.

I may as well tell you, Vilhelm----

FOLDAL.

Well?

BORKMAN.

There was--in fact, there was a woman in the case.

FOLDAL.

A woman in the case? Well but, John Gabriel----

BORKMAN.

[Interrupting.] Well, well--let us say no more of these stupid old stories. After all, neither of us got into the Cabinet, neither he nor I.

FOLDAL.

But he rose high in the world.

BORKMAN.

And I fell into the abyss.

FOLDAL.

Oh, it's a terrible tragedy----

BORKMAN.

[Nodding to him.] Almost as terrible as yours, I fancy, when I come to think of it.

FOLDAL.

[Naively.] Yes, at least as terrible.

BORKMAN.

[Laughing quietly.] But looked at from another point of view, it is really a sort of comedy as well.

FOLDAL.

A comedy? The story of your life?

BORKMAN.

Yes, it seems to be taking a turn in that direction. For let me tell you----

FOLDAL.

What?

BORKMAN.

You say you did not meet Frida as you came in?