A Doll's House : a play

by Henrik Ibsen

NORA.
Not a single thing more, for being so naughty. [She looks among the things, humming to herself.]

RANK.
[after a short silence]. When I am sitting here, talking to you as intimately as this, I cannot imagine for a moment what would have become of me if I had never come into this house.

NORA.
[smiling]. I believe you do feel thoroughly at home with us.

RANK.
[in a lower voice, looking straight in front of him]. And to be obliged to leave it all—

NORA.
Nonsense, you are not going to leave it.

RANK.
[as before]. And not be able to leave behind one the slightest token of one’s gratitude, scarcely even a fleeting regret—nothing but an empty place which the first comer can fill as well as any other.

NORA.
And if I asked you now for a—? No!

RANK.
For what?

NORA.
For a big proof of your friendship—

RANK.
Yes, yes!