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 Nora.

[Clapping her hands.] No, I needn't, need I, Torvald? Oh, how wonderful it is to think of? [Takes his arm.] And now I'll tell you how I think we ought to manage, Torvald. As soon as Christmas is over—- [The hall-door bell rings.] Oh, there's a ring! [Arranging the room.] That's somebody come to call. How tiresome!

Helmer.

I'm "not at home" to callers; remember that.

Ellen.

[In the doorway.] A lady to see you, ma'am.

Nora.

Show her in.

Ellen.

[To Helmer.] And the doctor has just come, sir.

Helmer.

Has he gone into my study?

Ellen.

Yes, sir.

[Helmer goes into his study. Ellen ushers in Mrs. Linden, in travelling costume, and goes out, closing the door.

Mrs. Linden.

[Embarrassed and hesitating.] How do you do, Nora?

Nora.

[Doubtfully.] How do you do?