MRS. BORKMAN. [Impatiently.] What has become of you, Malena? I have rung for you twice! THE MAID. Yes, ma'am, I heard you. MRS. BORKMAN. And yet you didn't come? THE MAID. [Sulkily.] I had to put some clothes on first, I suppose. MRS. BORKMAN. Yes, you must dress yourself properly, and then you must run and fetch my son. THE MAID. [Looking at her in astonishment.] You want me to fetch Mr. Erhart? MRS. BORKMAN. Yes; tell him he must come home to me at once; I want to speak to him. THE MAID. [Grumbling.] Then I'd better go to the bailiff's and call up the coachman. MRS. BORKMAN. Why? THE MAID. To get him to harness the sledge. The snow's dreadful to-night. MRS. BORKMAN. Oh, that doesn't matter; only make haste and go. It's just round the corner. THE MAID. Why, ma'am you can't call that just round the corner! MRS. BORKMAN. Of course it is. Don't you know Mr. Hinkel's villa? THE MAID. [With malice.] Oh, indeed! It's there Mr. Erhart is this evening?