NORA.
Ah, I wish I had inherited many of papa's qualities.
HELMER.
And I would not wish you to be anything but just what you are, my sweet little skylark. But, do you know, it strikes me that you are looking rather — what shall I say — rather uneasy today?
NORA.
Do I?
HELMER.
You do, really. Look straight at me.
NORA.
(looks at him). Well?
HELMER.
(wagging his finger at her). Hasn't Miss Sweet-Tooth been breaking rules in town today?
NORA.
No; what makes you think that?
HELMER.
Hasn't she paid a visit to the confectioner's?
NORA.
No, I assure you, Torvald —
HELMER.
Not been nibbling sweets?
NORA.
No, certainly not.
HELMER.
Not even taken a bite at a macaroon or two?
NORA.
No, Torvald, I assure you really —
HELMER.
There, there, of course I was only joking.
NORA.
(going to the table on the right). I should not think of going against your wishes.
