Nora. Then you will be free. (The MAID appears in the doorway to the right.)
Maid. Dinner is served, ma'am.
Nora. We will have champagne, Helen.
Maid. Very good, ma'am.
Helmer. Hullo!—are we going to have a banquet? (Exit.)
Nora. Yes, a champagne banquet till the small hours. (Calls out.) And a few macaroons, Helen—lots, just for once!
Helmer. Come, come, don't be so wild and nervous. Be my own little skylark, as you used.
Nora. Yes, dear, I will. But go in now and you too, Doctor Rank. Christine, you must, help me to do up my hair.
Rank (whispers to HELMER as they go out). I suppose there is nothing—she is not expecting anything?
Helmer. Far from it, my dear fellow; it is simply nothing more than this childish nervousness I was telling you of. (They go into the right-hand room.)