Yes, yes! You mustn’t punish me in that way. Let me do for you whatever a man can.
Nora.
You can do nothing for me now.—Besides, I really want no help. You shall see it was only my fancy. Yes, it must be so. Of course! [Sits in the rocking-chair, looks at him and smiles.] You are a nice person, Doctor Rank! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, now that the lamp is on the table?
Rank.
No; not exactly. But perhaps I ought to go—for ever.
Nora.
No, indeed you mustn’t. Of course you must come and go as you’ve always done. You know very well that Torvald can’t do without you.
Rank.
Yes, but you?
Nora.