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 Helmer.

Then you must break them of such tricks.—There! At last I've got it open. [Takes contents out and calls into the kitchen.] Ellen!—Ellen, just put the hall door lamp out.

[He returns with letters in his hand, and shuts the inner door.

Helmer.

Just see how they've accumulated. [Turning them over.] Why, what's this?

Nora.

[At the window.] The letter! Oh no, no, Torvald!

Helmer.

Two visiting-cards—from Rank.

Nora.

From Doctor Rank?

Helmer.

[Looking at them.] Doctor Rank. They were on the top. He must just have put them in.

Nora.

Is there anything on them?

Helmer.

There's a black cross over the name. Look at it. What an unpleasant idea! It looks just as if he were announcing his own death.

Nora.

So he is.