NORA.
Well!
MRS. LINDE.
Gone out of town.
NORA.
I could tell from your face.
MRS. LINDE.
He is coming home tomorrow evening. I wrote a note for him.
NORA.
You should have let it alone; you must prevent nothing. After all, it is splendid to be waiting for a wonderful thing to happen.
MRS. LINDE.
What is it that you are waiting for?
NORA.
Oh, you wouldn't understand. Go in to them. I will come in a moment. (MRS. LINDE goes into the dining-room. NORA stands still for a little while, as if to compose herself. Then she looks at her watch.) Five o'clock. Seven hours till midnight; and then four-and-twenty hours till the next midnight. Then the Tarantella will be over. Twenty-four and seven? Thirty-one hours to live.
HELMER.
(from the doorway on the right). Where's my little skylark?
NORA.
(going to him with her arms out-stretched). Here she is!
