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 Nora.

Nor sleepy?

Helmer.

Not a bit. I feel particularly lively. But you? You do look tired and sleepy.

Nora.

Yes, very tired. I shall soon sleep now.

Helmer.

There, you see. I was right after all not to let you stay longer.

Nora.

Oh, everything you do is right.

Helmer.

[Kissing her forehead.] Now my lark is speaking like a reasonable being. Did you notice how jolly Rank was this evening?

Nora.

Indeed? Was he? I had no chance of speaking to him.

Helmer.

Nor I, much; but I haven't seen him in such good spirits for a long time. [Looks at Nora a little, then comes nearer her.] It's splendid to be back in our own home, to be quite alone together!—Oh, you enchanting creature!

Nora.

Don't look at me in that way, Torvald.

Helmer.

I am not to look at my dearest treasure?—at all