You sha’n’t see anything more; for you don’t behave nicely.
[She hums a little and searches among the things.
Rank.
[After a short silence.] When I sit here gossiping with you, I can’t imagine—I simply cannot conceive—what would have become of me if I had never entered this house.
Nora.
[Smiling.] Yes, I think you do feel at home with us.
Rank.
[More softly—looking straight before him.] And now to have to leave it all——
Nora.
Nonsense. You sha’n’t leave us.