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 Mrs. Linden.

Prevent him. Keep him occupied. I shall come back as quickly as I can.

[She goes out hastily by the hall door.

Nora.

[Opens Helmer's door and peeps in.] Torvald!

Helmer.

Well, may one come into one's own room again at last? Come, Rank, we'll have a look [In the doorway.] But how's this?

Nora.

What, Torvald dear?

Helmer.

Rank led me to expect a grand transformation.

Rank.

[In the doorway.] So I understood. I suppose I was mistaken.

Nora.

No, no one shall see me in my glory till to-morrow evening.

Helmer.

Why, Nora dear, you look so tired. Have you been practising too hard?

Nora.

No, I haven't practised at all yet.

Helmer.

But you'll have to