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 Helmer.

Why, Nora dear, you're dancing as if it were a matter of life and death.

Nora.

So it is.

Helmer.

Rank, stop! This is the merest madness. Stop, I say!

[Rank stops playing, and Nora comes to a sudden standstill.

Helmer.

[Going towards her.] I couldn't have believed it. You've positively forgotten all I taught you.

Nora.

[Throws the tambourine away.] You see for yourself.

Helmer.

You really do want teaching.

Nora.

Yes, you see how much I need it. You must practise with me up to the last moment. Will you promise me, Torvald?

Helmer.

Certainly, certainly.

Nora.

Neither to-day nor to morrow must you think of anything but me. You mustn't open a single letter—mustn't look at the letter-box

Helmer.

Ah, you're still afraid of that man