Nora.
What are you looking so critical about? Do you think they won’t fit me?
Rank.
I can’t possibly give any competent opinion on that point.
Nora.
[Looking at him a moment.] For shame! [Hits him lightly on the ear with the stockings.] Take that.
[Rolls them up again.
Rank.
And what other wonders am I to see?
Nora.