Rank. Thank you. (She holds the match for him to light his cigar.) And now good-bye!
Helmer. Good-bye, good-bye, dear old man!
Nora. Sleep well, Doctor Rank.
Rank. Thank you for that wish.
Nora. Wish me the same.
Rank. You? Well, if you want me to sleep well! And thanks for the light. (He nods to them both and goes out.)
Helmer (in a subdued voice). He has drunk more than he ought.
Nora (absently). Maybe. (HELMER takes a bunch of keys out of his pocket and goes into the hall.) Torvald! what are you going to do there?
Helmer. Empty the letter-box; it is quite full; there will be no room to put the newspaper in to-morrow morning.