BORKMAN.
This evening?
FOLDAL.
Oh, it's not so very late yet. And even if the house is shut
up, I shall ring; without hesitation. For I must and will see
Frida before she starts. Good-night, good-night!
[Makes a movement to go.
BORKMAN. Stop a moment, my poor Vilhelm; you may spare yourself that heavy bit of road.
FOLDAL.
Oh, you are thinking of my ankle——
BORKMAN.
Yes; and in any case you won't get in at Mrs. Wilton's.
FOLDAL. Yes, indeed I will. I'll go on ringing and knocking till some one comes and lets me in. For I must and will see Frida.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
Your daughter has gone already, Mr. Foldal.
FOLDAL. [Stands as though thunderstruck.] Has Frida gone already! Are you quite sure? Who told you?
BORKMAN.
We had it from her future teacher.
FOLDAL.
Indeed? And who is he?