Nora.
[Dropping the cloak.] There’s somebody coming! [Goes to the hall door and listens.] Nobody; of course nobody will come to-day, Christmas-day; nor to-morrow either. But perhaps——[Opens the door and looks out.]—No, nothing in the letter-box; quite empty. [Comes forward.] Stuff and nonsense! Of course he won’t really do anything. Such a thing couldn’t happen. It’s impossible! Why, I have three little children.
Anna enters from the left, with a large cardboard box.
Anna.
I’ve found the box with the fancy dress at last.
Nora.
Thanks; put it down on the table.
Anna.
[Does so.] But I’m afraid it’s very much out of order.
Nora.