[Sulkily.] I had to put some clothes on first, I suppose.
Mrs. Borkman.
Yes, you must dress yourself properly, and then you must run at once and fetch my son.
The Maid.
[Looking at her in astonishment.] You want me to fetch Mr. Erhart?
Mrs. Borkman.
Yes; tell him he must come home to me at once; I want to speak to him.
The Maid.
[Grumbling.] Then I’d better go to the bailiff’s and call up the coachman.
Mrs. Borkman.