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 Rank.

To-day as well? You see!

Nora.

Only to put my costume in order—dear me, how unreasonable you are! [Sits on sofa.] Now do be good, Doctor Rank! To-morrow you shall see how beautifully I shall dance; and then you may fancy that I'm doing it all to please you—and of course Torvald as well. [Takes various things out of box.] Doctor Rank, sit down here, and I'll show you something.

Rank.

[Sitting.] What is it?

Nora.

Look here Look!

Rank.

Silk stockings.

Nora.

Flesh-coloured. Aren't they lovely? It's so dark here now; but to-morrow No, no, no; you must only look at the feet. Oh, well, I suppose you may look at the rest too

Rank.

H'm

Nora.

What are you looking so critical about? Do you think they won't fit me?

Rank.

I can't possibly give any competent opinion on that point.