[Throws her arms round his neck.] Erhart! My dear, dear boy! Why, how big you have grown! Oh, how good it is to see you again!
Mrs. Borkman.
[Sharply.] What does this mean, Erhart? Were you hiding out in the hall?
Mrs. Wilton.
[Quickly.] Erhart—Mr. Borkman came in with me.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Looking hard at him.] Indeed, Erhart! You don’t come to your mother first.
Erhart.
I had just to look in at Mrs. Wilton’s for a moment—to call for little Frida.
Mrs. Borkman.