Rank. Oh well, one can't have anything in this life without paying for it.
Nora. Doctor Rank—are you fond of fancy-dress balls?
Rank. Yes, if there is a fine lot of pretty costumes.
Nora. Tell me—what shall we two wear at the next?
Helmer. Little featherbrain!—are you thinking of the next already?
Rank. We two? Yes, I can tell you. You shall go as a good fairy—
Helmer. Yes, but what do you suggest as an appropriate costume for that?
Rank. Let your wife go dressed just as she is in every-day life.
Helmer. That was really very prettily turned. But can't you tell us what you will be?