HELMER.
What’s that? You’re joking, my little Nora! You won’t—you won’t? Am I not your husband—? [A knock is heard at the outer door.]
NORA.
[starting]. Did you hear—?
HELMER.
[going into the hall]. Who is it?
RANK.
[outside]. It is I. May I come in for a moment?
HELMER.
[in a fretful whisper]. Oh, what does he want now? [Aloud.] Wait a minute! [Unlocks the door.] Come, that’s kind of you not to pass by our door.
RANK.
I thought I heard your voice, and felt as if I should like to look in. [With a swift glance round.] Ah, yes!—these dear familiar rooms. You are very happy and cosy in here, you two.
HELMER.
It seems to me that you looked after yourself pretty well upstairs too.
RANK.
Excellently. Why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t one enjoy everything in this world?—at any rate as much as one can, and as long as one can. The wine was capital—
HELMER.
Especially the champagne.
RANK.
So you noticed that too? It is almost incredible how much I managed to put away!