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.]