Mrs. Borkman.
And you think he will take it?
Mrs. Wilton.
[Laughing.] Good heavens, yes, he’ll snatch up his hat instantly. And then I will say: “Now put on your overcoat, like a good boy, Erhart Borkman! And your goloshes! Be sure you don’t forget the goloshes! And then follow me! Do as I bid you, as I bid you, as I bid you!”
Erhart.
[With forced gaiety.] Oh, you may rely on that.
Mrs. Wilton.
[Raising her forefinger.] As I bid you! As I bid you! Good-night!
[She laughs and nods to the ladies, and closes the door behind her.
Mrs. Borkman.