Nora.
We’ll have some champagne, Ellen.
Ellen.
Yes, ma’am. [Goes out.
Helmer.
Dear me! Quite a banquet.
Nora.
Yes, and we’ll keep it up till morning. [Calling out.] And macaroons, Ellen—plenty—just this once.
Helmer.
[Seizing her hand.] Come, come, don’t let us have this wild excitement! Be my own little lark again.