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 Nora.

[Runs to meet him.] Oh, how I've been longing for you to come, Torvald dear!

Helmer.

Was that the dressmaker?

Nora.

No, Christina. She's helping me with my costume. You'll see how nice I shall look.

Helmer.

Yes, wasn't that a happy thought of mine?

Nora.

Splendid! But isn't it good of me, too, to have given in to you about the tarantella?

Helmer.

[Takes her under the chin.] Good of you! To give in to your own husband? Well well, you little madcap, I know you don't mean it. But I won't disturb you. I daresay you want to be "trying on"

Nora. And you are going to work, I suppose?

Helmer.

Yes. [Shows her a bundle of papers.] Look here. I've just come from the Bank

[Goes towards his room.

Nora.

Torvald.

Helmer.

[Stopping.] Yes?