Over at the Hinkel's. BORKMAN. [With a swift, keen glance at her.] Hinkel's, you say! FRIDA. Yes. BORKMAN. [With a cutting smile.] Does that man give parties? Can he get people to visit him? FRIDA. Yes, they have a great many people about them, Mrs. Wilton says. BORKMAN. [Vehemently.] But what sort of people? Can you tell me that? FRIDA. [A little nervously.] No, I really don't know. Yes, by-the-bye, I know that young Mr. Borkman is to be there this evening. BORKMAN. [Taken aback.] Erhart? My son? FRIDA. Yes, he is going there. BORKMAN. How do you know that? FRIDA. He said so himself--an hour ago. BORKMAN. Is he out here to-day? FRIDA. Yes, he has been at Mrs. Wilton's all the afternoon. BORKMAN. [Inquiringly.] Do you know if he called here too? I mean, did he see any one downstairs? FRIDA. Yes, he looked in to see Mrs. Borkman. BORKMAN. [Bitterly.] Aha--I might have known it. FRIDA.