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Foldal.

[Laughing and rubbing his hands.] Yes; but I know a trick worth two of that, you see! I am going straight up to Mrs. Wilton's—— Borkman. This evening? Foldal. Oh, it's not so very late yet. And even if the house is shut up, I shall ring; without hesitation. For I must and will see Frida before she starts. Good-night, good-night! [Makes a movement to go.

Borkman.

Stop a moment, my poor Vilhelm; you may spare yourself that heavy bit of road.

Foldal.

Oh, you are thinking of my ankle——

Borkman.

Yes; and in any case you won't get in at Mrs. Wilton's.

Foldal.

Yes, indeed I will. I'll go on ringing and knocking till some one comes and lets me in. For I must and will see Frida.

Ella Rentheim.

Your daughter has gone already, Mr. Foldal.