John Gabriel Borkman by Henrik Ibsen
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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. MRS. BORKMAN. [Drily.] But, Erhart, I did not know that you knew that family-- those Hinkels? ERHART. [Irritated.] No, I don't exactly know them. [Adds rather impatiently.] You know better than anybody, mother, what people I know and don't know. MRS. WILTON. |
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