MRS. WILTON. Oh, it doesn't matter! They soon put you at your ease in that house! They are such cheerful, hospitable people—the house swarms with young ladies.
MRS. BORKMAN. [With emphasis.] If I know my son rightly, Mrs. Wilton, they are no fit company for him.
MRS. WILTON.
Why, good gracious, dear lady, he is young, too, you know!
MRS. BORKMAN.
Yes, fortunately he's young. He would need to be young.
ERHART.
[Concealing his impatience.] Well, well, well, mother, it's
quite clear I can't got to the Hinkels' this evening. Of course
I shall remain here with you and Aunt Ella.
MRS. BORKMAN.
I knew you would, my dear Erhart.
ELLA RENTHEIM.
No, Erhart, you must not stop at home on my account——
ERHART. Yes, indeed, my dear Aunt; I can't think of going. [Looking doubtfully at MRS. WILTON.] But how shall we manage? Can I get out of it? You have said "Yes" for me, haven't you?
MRS. WILTON. [Gaily.] What nonsense! Not get out of it! When I make my entrance into the festive halls—just imagine it!—deserted and forlorn—then I must simply say "No" for you.
ERHART. [Hesitatingly.] Well, if you really think I can get out of it——