[ERHART BORKMAN flings the half-open door wide open and rushes
in. He is a young man with bright cheerful eyes. He is
well dressed; his moustache is beginning to grow.
ERHART.
[Radiant with joy; on the threshold.] What is this! Is Aunt
Ella here? [Rushing up to her and seizing her hands.] Aunt,
aunt! Is it possible? Are you here?
ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Throws her arms round his neck.] Erhart! My dear, dear boy!
Why, how big you have grown! Oh, how good it is to see you again!
MRS. BORKMAN. [Sharply.] What does this mean, Erhart? Were you hiding out in the hallway?
MRS. WILTON.
[Quickly.] Erhart—Mr. Borkman came in with me.
MRS. BORKMAN. [Looking hard at him.] Indeed, Erhart! You don't come to your mother first?
ERHART. I had just to look in at Mrs. Wilton's for a moment—to call for little Frida.
MRS. BORKMAN.
Is that Miss Foldal with you too?
MRS. WILTON.
Yes, we have left her in the hall.
ERHART. [Addressing some one through the open door.] You can go right upstairs, Frida.