[Drily.] But, Erhart, I did not know that you knew that family—these Hinkels?
Erhart.
[Irritated.] No, I don’t exactly know them. [Adds rather impatiently.] You know better than anybody, mother, what people I know and don’t know.
Mrs. Wilton.
Oh, it doesn’t matter! They soon put you at your ease at that house! They are such cheerful, hospitable people—the house swarms with young ladies.
Mrs. Borkman.
[With emphasis.] If I know my son rightly, Mrs. Wilton, they are no fit company for him.
Mrs. Wilton.
Why, good gracious, dear lady, he is young, too, you know!
Mrs. Borkman.