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Yes, yes, yes. That you must not join in the dance, that is the hardest thing of all. [Stopping.] But there is one thing that should make up to you for that, Frida.
Frida.
[Looking inquiringly at him.] What is that, Mr. Borkman?
Borkman.
The knowledge that you have ten times more music in you than all the dancers together.
Frida.
[Smiling evasively.] Oh, that's not at all so certain.
Borkman.
[Holding up his fore-finger warningly.] You must never be so mad as to have doubts of yourself!
Frida.
But since no one knows it
Borkman.
So long as you know it yourself, that is enough. Where is it you are going to play this evening?
Frida.
Over at Mr. Hinkel's.
Borkman.
[With a swift, keen glance at her.] Hinkel's, you say!
