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 Helmer.

[Smiling.] There is no occasion. [Puts on his overcoat.] But for the present you must excuse me

Rank.

Wait; I am going with you.

[Fetches his fur coat from the hall and warms it at the fire.

Nora.

Don't be long, Torvald dear.

Helmer.

Only an hour; not more.

Nora.

Are you going too, Christina?

Mrs. Linden.

[Putting on her walking things.] Yes; I must set about looking for lodgings.

Helmer.

Then perhaps we can go together?

Nora.

[Helping her.] What a pity we haven't a spare room for you; but it's impossible

Mrs. Linden.

I shouldn't think of troubling you. Goodbye, dear Nora, and thank you for all your kindness.

Nora.

Good-bye for the present. Of course you'll come back this evening. And you, too, Doctor