Nora.
I can’t dance to-morrow if I don’t rehearse with you first.
Helmer.
[Going to her.] Are you really so nervous, dear Nora?
Nora.
Yes, dreadfully! Let me rehearse at once. We have time before dinner. Oh, do sit down and play for me, Torvald dear; direct me and put me right, as you used to do.
Helmer.
With all the pleasure in life, since you wish it.
[Sits at piano.
[Nora matches the tambourine out of the box, and hurriedly drapes herself in a long parti-coloured shawl; then, with a bound, stands in the middle of the floor.