Yes; I can’t well send her out into the world alone.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Suppressing a smile.] What do you say to this, Erhart?
Erhart.
[With some embarrassment, shrugging his shoulders.] Well, mother, since Fanny will have it so——
Mrs. Borkman.
[Coldly.] And when does this distinguished party set out, if one may ask?
Mrs. Wilton.
We are going at once—to-night. My covered sledge is waiting on the road, outside the Hinkels’.
Mrs. Borkman.