Borkman.
Indeed? Was there? Oh yes, I suppose people do come now and then to see Mrs. Borkman.
Frida.
If I meet young Mr. Borkman this evening, shall I ask him to come up and see you too?
Borkman.
[Harshly.] You shall do nothing of the sort! I won’t have it on any account. The people who want to see me can come of their own accord. I ask no one.
Frida.
Oh, very well; I shan’t say anything then. Good-night, Mr. Borkman.
Borkman.
[Pacing up and down and growling.] Goodnight.