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 Nora.

Yes, and we'll keep it up till morning. [Calling out.] And macaroons, Ellen—plenty—just this once.

Helmer.

[Seizing her hand.] Come, come, don't let us have this wild excitement! Be my own little lark again.

Nora.

Oh yes, I will. But now go into the dining-room; and you too, Doctor Rank. Christina, you must help me to do up my hair.

Rank.

[Softly, as they go.] There's nothing in the wind? Nothing—I mean?

Helmer.

Oh no, nothing of the kind. It's merely this babyish anxiety I was telling you about.

[They go out to the right.

Nora.

Well?

Mrs. Linden.

He's gone out of town.

Nora.

I saw it in your face.

Mrs. Linden.

He comes back to-morrow evening. I left a note for him.

Nora.

You shouldn't have done that. Things must