Only my sister, who has just arrived from---- [ERHART BORKMAN flings the half-open door wide open and rushes in. He is a young man with bright cheerful eyes. He is well dressed; his moustache is beginning to grow. ERHART. [Radiant with joy; on the threshold.] What is this! Is Aunt Ella here? [Rushing up to her and seizing her hands.] Aunt, aunt! Is it possible? Are you here? ELLA RENTHEIM. [Throws her arms round his neck.] Erhart! My dear, dear boy! Why, how big you have grown! Oh, how good it is to see you again! MRS. BORKMAN. [Sharply.] What does this mean, Erhart? Were you hiding out in the hallway? MRS. WILTON. [Quickly.] Erhart--Mr. Borkman came in with me. MRS. BORKMAN. [Looking hard at him.] Indeed, Erhart! You don't come to your mother first? ERHART. I had just to look in at Mrs. Wilton's for a moment--to call for little Frida. MRS. BORKMAN. Is that Miss Foldal with you too? MRS. WILTON. Yes, we have left her in the hall. ERHART. [Addressing some one through the open door.] You can go right upstairs, Frida. [Pause. ELLA RENTHEIM observes ERHART. He seems embarrassed and a little impatient; his face has assumed a nervous and colder expression. [THE MAID brings the lighted lamp into the garden-room, goes out again and closes the door behind her. MRS. BORKMAN. [With forced politeness.] Well, Mrs. Wilton, if you will give us the pleasure of your company this evening, won't you----