Borkman.
And runs over her father.
Foldal.
[Happily.] Oh, pooh! What does it matter about me, if only the child——! Well, so I am too late, then, after all. I must just go home again and comfort her mother. I left her crying in the kitchen.
Borkman.
Crying?
Foldal.
[Smiling.] Yes, would you believe it, she was crying her eyes out when I came away.
Borkman.
And you are laughing, Vilhelm?