[Alarmed.] No, no, for Heaven’s sake, John Gabriel——!
Borkman.
Yes, you are thinking of the disaster to the bank, I can see you are!
Foldal.
[Soothingly.] But I don’t blame you for that! Heaven forbid!
Borkman.
[Growling, resumes his seat.] Well, that is a good thing, at any rate.
Foldal.
Besides, you mustn’t think it is my wife that I complain of. It is true she has not much polish, poor thing; but she is a good sort of woman all the same. No, it’s the children.
Borkman.