This evening?
Foldal.
Oh, it’s not so very late yet. And even if the house is shut up, I shall ring; without hesitation. For I must and will see Frida before she starts. Good-night, good-night!
[Makes a movement to go.
Borkman.
Stop a moment, my poor Vilhelm; you may spare yourself that heavy bit of road.
Foldal.
Oh, you are thinking of my ankle——
Borkman.
Yes; and in any case you won’t get in at Mrs. Wilton’s.