Mrs. Borkman.
[With a hard laugh.] Dare I? Let my boy choose between his mother and you? Yes, indeed I dare!
Ella Rentheim.
[Listening.] Is there some one coming? I thought I heard——
Mrs. Borkman.
Then it must be Erhart.
[There is a sharp knock at the door leading in from the hall, which is immediately opened. Mrs. Wilton enters, in evening dress, and with outer wraps. She is followed by The Maid, who has not had time to announce her, and looks bewildered. The door remains half open. Mrs. Wilton is a strikingly handsome, well-developed woman in the thirties. Broad, red, smiling lips, sparkling eyes. Luxuriant dark hair.
Mrs. Wilton.
Good evening, my dearest Mrs. Borkman!
Mrs. Borkman.