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 take their course. After all, there's something glorious in waiting for the miracle.

Mrs. Linden.

What is it you're waiting for?

Nora.

Oh, you can't understand. Go to them in the dining-room; I shall come in a moment.

[Mrs. Linden goes into the dining-room. Nora stands for a moment as though collecting her thoughts; then looks at her watch.

Nora.

Five. Seven hours till midnight. Then twenty-four hours till the next midnight. Then the tarantella will be over. Twenty-four and seven? Thirty-one hours to live.

Helmer appears at the door, right.

Helmer.

What has become of my little lark?

Nora.

[Runs to him with open arms.] Here she is!