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Mrs. Wilton.
[Quickly and with decision.] We are going away, Mrs. Borkman.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Turning pale.] Are you going away, too? Together, no doubt?
Mrs. Wilton.
[Nodding.] Yes, I am going abroad, to the South. I am taking a young girl with me. And Erhart is going along with us.
Mrs. Borkman.
With you—and a young girl?
Mrs. Wilton.
Yes. It is little Frida Foldal, whom I have had living with me. I want her to go abroad and get more instruction in music.
Mrs. Borkman.
So you are taking her with you?
Mrs. Wilton.
Yes; I can't well send her out into the world alone.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Suppressing a smile.] What do you say to this, Erhart?