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 Rank.

What do you mean? Did you know?

[Ellen enters with the lamp; sets it on the table and goes out again.

Rank.

Nora—Mrs. Helmer—I ask you, did you know?

Nora.

Oh, how can I tell what I knew or didn't know? I really can't say How could you be so clumsy, Doctor Rank? It was all so nice!

Rank.

Well, at any rate, you know now that I am at your service, body and soul. And now, go on.

Nora.

[Looking at him.] Go on—now?

Rank.

I beg you to tell me what you want.

Nora.

I can tell you nothing now.

Rank.

Yes, yes! You mustn't punish me in that way. Let me do for you whatever a man can.

Nora.

You can do nothing for me now.—Besides, I really want no help. You shall see it was only my fancy. Yes, it must be so. Of course! [Sits in the rocking-chair, looks at him and smiles.] You are a nice person, Doctor Rank! Aren't you ashamed of yourself, now that the lamp is on the table?