NORA.
Yes—you see there are some people one loves best, and others whom one would almost always rather have as companions.
RANK.
Yes, there is something in that.
NORA.
When I was at home, of course I loved papa best. But I always thought it tremendous fun if I could steal down into the maids’ room, because they never moralised at all, and talked to each other about such entertaining things.
RANK.
I see—it is their place I have taken.
NORA.
[jumping up and going to him]. Oh, dear, nice Doctor Rank, I never meant that at all. But surely you can understand that being with Torvald is a little like being with papa—[Enter MAID from the hall.]
MAID.
If you please, ma’am. [Whispers and hands her a card.]
NORA.
[glancing at the card]. Oh! [Puts it in her pocket.]
RANK.
Is there anything wrong?
NORA.
No, no, not in the least. It is only something—it is my new dress—
RANK.
What? Your dress is lying there.