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 Nora.

[Looking at him a moment.] For shame! [Hits him lightly on the ear with the stockings.] Take that.

[Rolls them up again.

Rank.

And what other wonders am I to see?

Nora.

You sha'n't see anything more; for you don't behave nicely.

[She hums a little and searches among the things.

Rank.

[After a short silence.] When I sit here gossiping with you, I can't imagine—I simply cannot conceive—what would have become of me if I had never entered this house.

Nora.

[Smiling.] Yes, I think you do feel at home with us.

Rank.

[More softly—looking straight before him.] And now to have to leave it all

Nora.

Nonsense. You sha'n't leave us.

Rank.

[In the same tone.] And not to be able to leave behind the slightest token of gratitude; scarcely even a passing regret—nothing but an empty place, that can be filled by the first comer.

Nora.

And if I were to ask you for? No