MRS. WILTON.
I knew very little of my own mother, I am sorry to say. But if
I had had a good foster-mother, perhaps I shouldn't have been so--
so naughty, as people say I am. [Turning towards ERHART.] Well,
then we stop peaceably at home like a good boy, and drink tea
with mamma and auntie! [To the ladies.] Good-bye, good-bye Mrs.
Borkman! Good-bye Miss Rentheim.

[The ladies bow silently. She goes toward the door.

ERHART.
[Following her.] Shan't I go a little bit of the way with you?

MRS. WILTON.
[In the doorway, motioning him back.] You shan't go a step
with me. I am quite accustomed to taking my walks alone. [Stops
on the threshold, looks at him and nods.] But now beware, Mr.
Borkman--I warn you!

ERHART.
What am I to beware of?

MRS. WILTON.
[Gaily.] Why, as I go down the road--deserted and forlorn, as
I said before--I shall try if I can't cast a spell upon you.

ERHART.
[Laughing.] Oh, indeed! Are you going to try that again?