NORA.
[looking at him]. After what happened?
RANK.
I beg you to let me know what it is.
NORA.
I can’t tell you anything now.
RANK.
Yes, yes. You mustn’t punish me in that way. Let me have permission to do for you whatever a man may do.
NORA.
You can do nothing for me now. Besides, I really don’t need any help at all. You will find that the whole thing is merely fancy on my part. It really is so—of course it is! [Sits down in the rocking-chair, and looks at him with a smile.] You are a nice sort of man, Doctor Rank!—don’t you feel ashamed of yourself, now the lamp has come?
RANK.
Not a bit. But perhaps I had better go—for ever?
NORA.
No, indeed, you shall not. Of course you must come here just as before. You know very well Torvald can’t do without you.
RANK.
Yes, but you?
NORA.
Oh, I am always tremendously pleased when you come.
RANK.
It is just that, that put me on the wrong track. You are a riddle to me. I have often thought that you would almost as soon be in my company as in Helmer’s.