Nora.
Oh!—you’re surely not jealous of poor Christina?
Rank.
Yes, I am. She will be my successor in this house. When I am out of the way, this woman will perhaps——
Nora.
Hush! Not so loud! She’s in there.
Rank.
To-day as well? You see!
Nora.
Only to put my costume in order—dear me, how unreasonable you are! [Sits on sofa.] Now do be good, Doctor Rank! To-morrow you shall see how beautifully I shall dance; and then you may fancy that I’m doing it all to please you—and of course Torvald as well. [Takes various things out of box.] Doctor Rank, sit down here, and I’ll show you something.