[Rather drily.] Good evening, Mrs. Wilton. [To The Maid, pointing toward the garden-room.] Take out the lamp that is in there and light it.
[The Maid takes the lamp and goes out with it.
Mrs. Wilton.
[Observing Ella Rentheim.] Oh, I beg your pardon—you have a visitor.
Mrs. Borkman.
Only my sister, who has just arrived from——
[Erhart Borkman flings the half-open door wide open and rushes in. He is a young man with bright cheerful eyes. He is well dressed; his moustache is beginning to grow.
Erhart.
[Radiant with joy; on the threshold.] What is this! Is Aunt Ella here? [Rushing up to her, and seizing her hands.] Aunt, aunt! Is it possible? Are you here?
Ella Rentheim.