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 Rank.

For what?

Nora.

For a great proof of your friendship.

Rank.

Yes—yes?

Nora.

I mean—for a very, very great service

Rank.

Would you really, for once, make me so happy?

Nora.

Oh, you don't know what it is.

Rank.

Then tell me.

Nora.

No, I really can't, Doctor Rank. It's far, far too much—not only a service, but help and advice besides

Rank.

So much the better. I can't think what you can mean. But go on. Don't you trust me?

Nora.

As I trust no one else. I know you are my best and truest friend. So I will tell you. Well then, Doctor Rank, there is something you must help me to prevent. You know how deeply, how wonderfully Torvald loves me; he wouldn't hesitate a moment to give his very life for my sake.