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 hold the embroidery in the left hand, so, and then work the needle with the right hand, in a long, graceful curve—don't you?

Mrs. Linden.

Yes, I suppose so.

Helmer.

But knitting is always ugly. Just look—your arms close to your sides, and the needles going up and down—there's something Chinese about it.—They really gave us splendid champagne to-night.

Mrs. Linden.

Well, good-night, Nora, and don't be obstinate any more.

Helmer.

Well said, Mrs. Linden!

Mrs. Linden.

Good-night, Mr. Helmer.

Helmer.

[Accompanying her to the door.] Good-night, good-night; I hope you'll get safely home. I should be glad to—but you have such a short way to go. Good-night, good-night. [She goes; Helmer shuts the door after her and comes forward again.] At last we've got rid of her: she's a terrible bore.

Nora.

Aren't you very tired, Torvald?

Helmer.

No, not in the least.