BORKMAN. Only for dancing? FRIDA. Yes; there is to be a dance after supper. BORKMAN. [Stands and looks at her.] Do you like playing dance music? At parties, I mean? FRIDA. [Putting on her outdoor things.] Yes, when I can get an engagement. I can always earn a little in that way. BORKMAN. [With interest.] Is that the principal thing in your mind as you sit playing for the dancers? FRIDA. No; I'm generally thinking how hard it is that I mayn't join in the dance myself. BORKMAN. [Nodding.] That is just what I wanted to know. [Moving restlessly about the room.] Yes, yes, yes. That you must not join in the dance, that is the hardest thing of all. [Stopping.] But there is one thing that should make up to you for that, Frida. FRIDA. [Looking inquiringly at him.] What is that, Mr. Borkman? BORKMAN. The knowledge that you have ten times more music in you than all the dancers together. FRIDA. [Smiling evasively.] Oh, that's not at all so certain. BORKMAN. [Holding up his fore-finger warningly.] You must never be so mad as to have doubts of yourself! FRIDA. But since no one knows it---- BORKMAN. So long as you know it yourself, that is enough. Where is it you are going to play this evening? FRIDA. Over at the Hinkel's.