Nora.
Oh yes, I will. But now go into the dining-room; and you too, Doctor Rank. Christina, you must help me to do up my hair.
Rank.
[Softly, as they go.] There’s nothing in the wind? Nothing—I mean——?
Helmer.
Oh no, nothing of the kind. It’s merely this babyish anxiety I was telling you about.
[They go out to the right.
Nora.
Well?
Mrs. Linden.