NORA.
I mean a tremendously big favour—
RANK.
Would you really make me so happy for once?
NORA.
Ah, but you don’t know what it is yet.
RANK.
No—but tell me.
NORA.
I really can’t, Doctor Rank. It is something out of all reason; it means advice, and help, and a favour—
RANK.
The bigger a thing it is the better. I can’t conceive what it is you mean. Do tell me. Haven’t I your confidence?
NORA.
More than anyone else. I know you are my truest and best friend, and so I will tell you what it is. Well, Doctor Rank, it is something you must help me to prevent. You know how devotedly, how inexpressibly deeply Torvald loves me; he would never for a moment hesitate to give his life for me.
RANK.
[leaning towards her]. Nora—do you think he is the only one—?
NORA.
[with a slight start]. The only one—?
RANK.
The only one who would gladly give his life for your sake.