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.
