ERHART.
What am I to beware of?
MRS. WILTON.
[Gaily.] Why, as I go down the road—deserted and forlorn, as
I said before—I shall try if I can't cast a spell upon you.
ERHART.
[Laughing.] Oh, indeed! Are you going to try that again?
MRS. WILTON.
[Half seriously.] Yes, just you beware! As I go down the road,
I will say in my own mind—right from the very centre of my will—
I will say: "Mr. Erhart Borkman, take your hat at once!"
MRS. BORKMAN.
And you think he will take it?
MRS. WILTON. [Laughing.] Good heavens, yes, he'll snatch up his hat instantly. And then I will say: "Now put on your overcoat, like a good boy, Erhart Borkman! And your goloshes! Be sure you don't forget the goloshes! And then follow me! Do as I bid you, as I bid you, as I bid you!"
ERHART.
[With forced gaiety.] Oh, you may rely on that.
MRS. WILTON.
[Raising her forefinger.] As I bid you! As I bid you!
Good-night!
[She laughs and nods to the ladies, and closes the door
behind her.
MRS. BORKMAN.
Does she really play tricks of that sort?