little impatient; his face has assumed a nervous and colder expression.
[The Maid brings the lighted lamp into the garden-room, goes out again and closes the door behind her.
Mrs. Borkman.
[With forced politeness.] Well, Mrs. Wilton, if you will give us the pleasure of your company this evening, won't you
Mrs. Wilton.
Many thanks, my dear lady, but I really can't. We have another invitation. We're going down to the Hinkels'.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Looking at her.] We? Whom do you mean by we?
Mrs. Wilton.
[Laughing.] Oh, I ought really to have said I. But I was commissioned by the ladies of the house to bring Mr. Borkman with me—if I happened to see him.
Mrs. Borkman.
And you did happen to see him, it appears.
Mrs. Wilton.
Yes, fortunately. He was good enough to look in at my house—to call for Frida.
