Nora. For a big proof of your friendship—
Rank. Yes, yes.
Nora. I mean a tremendously big favour—
Rank. Would you really make me so happy for once?
Nora. Ah, but you don't know what it is yet.
Rank. No—but tell me.
Nora. I really can't, Doctor Rank. It is something out of all reason; it means advice, and help, and a favour—
Rank. The bigger a thing it is the better. I can't conceive what it is you mean. Do tell me. Haven't I your confidence?
Nora. More than anyone else. I know you are my truest and best friend, and so I will tell you what it is. Well, Doctor Rank, it is something you must help me to prevent. You know how devotedly, how inexpressibly deeply Torvald loves me; he would never for a moment hesitate to give his life for me.