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The Maid.
[Sulkily.] I had to put some clothes on first, I suppose.
Mrs. Borkman.
Yes, you must dress yourself properly, and then you must run at once and fetch my son.
The Maid.
[Looking at her in astonishment.] You want me to fetch Mr. Erhart?
Mrs. Borkman.
Yes; tell him he must come home to me at once; I want to speak to him.
The Maid.
[Grumbling.] Then I'd better go to the bailiff's and call up the coachman.
Mrs. Borkman.
Why?
The Maid.
To get him to harness the sledge. The snow's dreadful to-night.
Mrs. Borkman.
Oh, that doesn't matter; only make haste and go. It's just round the corner.
The Maid.
Why ma'am, you can't call that just round the corner!
