Rank. Yes, my dear friend, I have quite made up my mind about that.
Helmer. Well?
Rank. At the next fancy-dress ball I shall be invisible.
Helmer That's a good joke!
Rank. There is a big black hat—have you never heard of hats that make you invisible? If you put one on, no one can see you.
Helmer (suppressing a smile). Yes, you are quite right.
Rank. But I am clean forgetting what I came for. Helmer, give me a cigar—one of the dark Havanas.
Helmer. With the greatest pleasure. (Offers him his case.)
Rank (takes a cigar and cuts off the end). Thanks.
Nora (striking a match). Let me give you a light.