Nora.
No; it was you that smiled, Dr. Rank.
Rank.
[Standing up.] I see you’re deeper than I thought.
Nora.
I’m in such a crazy mood to-day.
Rank.
So it seems.
Nora.
[With her hands on his shoulders.] Dear, dear Doctor Rank, death shall not take you away from Torvald and me.