Possibly from your little Frida?
Foldal.
Precisely! Think of your hitting on it at once! Yes, it was a long—a pretty long letter from Frida. A footman had brought it. And can you imagine what was in it?
Borkman.
Perhaps it was to say good-bye to her mother and you?
Foldal.
Exactly! How good you are at guessing, John Gabriel! Yes, she tells me that Mrs. Wilton has taken such a fancy to her, and she is to go abroad with her and study music. And Mrs. Wilton has engaged a first-rate teacher who is to accompany them on the journey—and to read with Frida too. For unfortunately she has been a good deal neglected in some branches, you see.
Borkman.
[Shaken with inward laughter.] Of course, of course—I see it all quite clearly, Vilhelm.
Foldal.