[Not understanding.] Indeed? Down in the mines?
Borkman.
I am a miner’s son, you know. Or perhaps you did not know?
Frida.
No, Mr. Borkman.
Borkman.
A miner’s son. And my father used sometimes to take me with him into the mines. The metal sings down there.
Frida.
Really? Sings?
Borkman.