I knew you would, my dear Erhart. ELLA RENTHEIM. No, Erhart, you must not stop at home on my account---- ERHART. Yes, indeed, my dear Aunt; I can't think of going. [Looking doubtfully at MRS. WILTON.] But how shall we manage? Can I get out of it? You have said "Yes" for me, haven't you? MRS. WILTON. [Gaily.] What nonsense! Not get out of it! When I make my entrance into the festive halls--just imagine it!--deserted and forlorn--then I must simply say "No" for you. ERHART. [Hesitatingly.] Well, if you really think I can get out of it---- MRS. WILTON. [Putting the matter lightly aside.] I am quite used to saying both yes and no--on my own account. And you can't possibly think of leaving your aunt the moment she has arrived! For shame, Monsieur Erhart! Would that be behaving like a good son? MRS. BORKMAN. [Annoyed.] Son? MRS. WILTON. Well, adopted son then, Mrs. Borkman. MRS. BORKMAN. Yes, you may well add that. MRS. WILTON. Oh, it seems to me we have often more cause to be grateful to a foster-mother than to our own mother. MRS. BORKMAN. Has that been your experience? 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.