FRIDA.
Yes, he has been at Mrs. Wilton's all the afternoon.
BORKMAN. [Inquiringly.] Do you know if he called here too? I mean, did he see any one downstairs?
FRIDA.
Yes, he looked in to see Mrs. Borkman.
BORKMAN.
[Bitterly.] Aha—I might have known it.
FRIDA.
There was a strange lady calling upon her, I think.
BORKMAN. Indeed? Was there? Oh yes, I suppose people do come now and then to see Mrs. Borkman.
FRIDA. If I meet young Mr. Borkman this evening, shall I ask him to come up and see you too?
BORKMAN. [Harshly.] You shall do nothing of the sort! I won't have it on any account. The people who want to see me can come of their own accord.
FRIDA.
Oh, very well; I shan't say anything then. Good-night, Mr.
Borkman.
BORKMAN.
[Pacing up and down and growling.] Good-night.