NORA.
Wish me the same.
RANK.
You? Well, if you want me to sleep well! And thanks for the light. [He nods to them both and goes out.]
HELMER.
[in a subdued voice]. He has drunk more than he ought.
NORA.
[absently]. Maybe. [HELMER takes a bunch of keys out of his pocket and goes into the hall.] Torvald! what are you going to do there?
HELMER.
Emptying the letter-box; it is quite full; there will be no room to put the newspaper in tomorrow morning.
NORA.
Are you going to work tonight?
HELMER.
You know quite well I’m not. What is this? Someone has been at the lock.
NORA.
At the lock—?
HELMER.
Yes, someone has. What can it mean? I should never have thought the maid—. Here is a broken hairpin. Nora, it is one of yours.
NORA.
[quickly]. Then it must have been the children—