Foldal.
Yes, indeed I will. I’ll go on ringing and knocking till some one comes and lets me in. For I must and will see Frida.
Ella Rentheim.
Your daughter has gone already, Mr. Foldal.
Foldal.
[Stands as though thunderstruck.] Has Frida gone already! Are you quite sure? Who told you?
Borkman.
We had it from her future teacher.
Foldal.
Indeed? And who is he?