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 Rank.

[Bending towards her.] Nora—do you think he is the only one who?

Nora.

[With a slight start.] Who?

Rank.

Who would gladly give his life for you?

Nora.

[Sadly.] Oh!

Rank.

I have sworn that you shall know it before I—go. I shall never find a better opportunity.—Yes, Nora, now I have told you; and now you know that you can trust me as you can no one else.

Nora.

[Standing up; simply and calmly.] Let me pass, please.

Rank.

[Makes way for her, but remains sitting.]

Nora

Nora.

[In the doorway.] Ellen, bring the lamp. [Crosses to the stove.] Oh dear, Doctor Rank, that was too bad of you.

Rank.

[Rising.] That I have loved you as deeply as—any one else? Was that too bad of me?

Nora.

No, but that you should have told me so. It was so unnecessary