[She rises and draws the curtain a little aside to look out. Appears disappointed, and sits down to her work again, on the sofa. Presently The Maid enters from the hall with a visiting card on a small tray.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Quickly.] Has Mr. Erhart come after all?
The Maid.
No, ma’am. But there’s a lady——
Mrs. Borkman.
[Laying aside her crochet.] Oh, Mrs. Wilton, I suppose——
The Maid.
[Approaching.] No, it’s a strange lady——
Mrs. Borkman.