MRS LINDE.
How am I to thank you?
HELMER.
There is no need. [Puts on his coat.] But today you must excuse me—
RANK.
Wait a minute; I will come with you. [Brings his fur coat from the hall and warms it at the fire.]
NORA.
Don’t be long away, Torvald dear.
HELMER.
About an hour, not more.
NORA.
Are you going too, Christine?
MRS LINDE.
[putting on her cloak]. Yes, I must go and look for a room.
HELMER.
Oh, well then, we can walk down the street together.
NORA.
[helping her]. What a pity it is we are so short of space here; I am afraid it is impossible for us—
MRS LINDE.
Please don’t think of it! Goodbye, Nora dear, and many thanks.