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 Nora.

Oh yes, I must, I must! But, Torvald, I can't get on at all without your help. I've forgotten everything.

Helmer.

Oh, we shall soon freshen it up again.

Nora.

Yes, do help me, Torvald. You must promise meOh, I'm so nervous about it. Before so many peopleThis evening you must give yourself up entirely to me. You mustn't do a stroke of work; you musn't even touch a pen. Do promise, Torvald dear!

Helmer.

I promise. All this evening I shall be your slave. Little helpless thing! But, by-the-bye, I must just    [Going to hall door.

Nora.

What do you want there?

Helmer.

Only to see if there are any letters.

Nora.

No, no, don't do that, Torvald.

Helmer.

Why not?

Nora.

Torvald, I beg you not to. There are none there.