Foldal.
You may be sure he doesn’t know how he—that man——
Borkman.
Do not shrink from his name. I can quite well bear it now.
Foldal.
I’m certain your son doesn’t know the circumstances, John Gabriel.
Borkman.
[Gloomily, sitting and beating the table.] Yes, he knows, as surely as I am sitting here.
Foldal.
Then how can he possibly be a guest in that house?