Borkman.
[Holding up his fore-finger warningly.] You must never be so mad as to have doubts of yourself!
Frida.
But since no one knows it——
Borkman.
So long as you know it yourself, that is enough. Where is it you are going to play this evening?
Frida.
Over at Mr. Hinkel’s.
Borkman.
[With a swift, keen glance at her.] Hinkel’s, you say!