NORA.
Oh, well, don't be alarmed! You couldn't know that Torvald had forbidden them. I must tell you that he is afraid they will spoil my teeth. But, bah! — once in a way — That's so, isn't it, Doctor Rank? By your leave! (Puts a macaroon into his mouth.) You must have one too, Christine. And I shall have one, just a little one — or at most two. (Walking about.) I am tremendously happy. There is just one thing in the world now that I should dearly love to do.
RANK.
Well, what is that?
NORA.
It's something I should dearly love to say, if Torvald could hear me.
RANK.
Well, why can't you say it?
NORA.
No, I daren't; it's so shocking.
MRS. LINDE.
Shocking?
RANK.
Well, I should not advise you to say it. Still, with us you might. What is it you would so much like to say if Torvald could hear you?
NORA.
I should just love to say — Well, I'm damned!
RANK.
Are you mad?
MRS. LINDE.
Nora, dear — !
RANK.
Say it, here he is!
NORA.
(hiding the packet). Hush! Hush! Hush! (HELMER comes out of his room, with his coat over his arm and his hat in his hand.)
