HELMER.
[getting up]. Yes, do. I can correct her better then.
[RANK sits down at the piano and plays. NORA dances more and more wildly. HELMER has taken up a position beside the stove, and during her dance gives her frequent instructions. She does not seem to hear him; her hair comes down and falls over her shoulders; she pays no attention to it, but goes on dancing. Enter Mrs Linde.]
MRS LINDE.
[standing as if spell-bound in the doorway]. Oh!—
NORA.
[as she dances]. Such fun, Christine!
HELMER.
My dear darling Nora, you are dancing as if your life depended on it.
NORA.
So it does.
HELMER.
Stop, Rank; this is sheer madness. Stop, I tell you! [RANK stops playing, and NORA suddenly stands still. HELMER goes up to her.] I could never have believed it. You have forgotten everything I taught you.
NORA.
[throwing away the tambourine]. There, you see.
HELMER.
You will want a lot of coaching.
NORA.
Yes, you see how much I need it. You must coach me up to the last minute. Promise me that, Torvald!