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 the invisible hat? It comes down all over you, and then no one can see you.

Helmer.

[With a suppressed smile.] No, you're right there.

Hank.

But I'm quite forgetting what I came for. Helmer, give me a cigar—one of the dark Havanas.

Helmer.

With the greatest pleasure. [Hands cigar-case.

Rank.

[Takes one and cuts the end off.] Thank you.

Nora.

[Striking a wax match.] Let me give you a light.

Rank.

A thousand thanks.

[She holds the match. He lights his cigar at it.

Rank.

And now, good-bye!

Helmer.

Good-bye, good-bye, my dear fellow.

Nora.

Sleep well, Doctor Rank.

Rank.

Thanks for the wish.