HELMER.
And what is in this parcel?
NORA.
(crying out). No, no! you mustn't see that till this evening.
HELMER.
Very well. But now tell me, you extravagant little person, what would you like for yourself?
NORA.
For myself? Oh, I am sure I don't want anything.
HELMER.
Yes, but you must. Tell me something reasonable that you would particularly like to have.
NORA.
No, I really can't think of anything — unless, Torvald —
HELMER.
Well?
NORA.
(playing with his coat buttons, and without raising her eyes to his). If you really want to give me something, you might — you might —
HELMER.
Well, out with it!
NORA.
(speaking quickly). You might give me money, Torvald. Only just as much as you can afford; and then one of these days I will buy something with it.
HELMER.
But, Nora —
NORA.
Oh, do! dear Torvald; please, please do! Then I will wrap it up in beautiful gilt paper and hang it on the Christmas Tree. Wouldn't that be fun?
