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 Nora.

No; certainly not.

Helmer.

Hasn't she even nibbled a macaroon or two?

Nora.

No, Torvald, indeed, indeed!

Helmer.

Well, well, well; of course I'm only joking.

Nora.

[Goes to the table on the right.] I shouldn't think of doing what you disapprove of.

Helmer.

No, I'm sure of that; and, besides, you've given me your word [Going towards her.] Well, keep your little Christmas secrets to yourself, Nora darling. The Christmas-tree will bring them all to light, I daresay.

Nora.

Have you remembered to invite Doctor Rank?

Helmer.

No. But it's not necessary; he'll come as a matter of course. Besides, I shall ask him when he looks in to-day. I've ordered some capital wine. Nora, you can't think how I look forward to this evening.

Nora.

And I too. How the children will enjoy themselves, Torvald!

Helmer.

Ah, it's glorious to feel that one has an assured