Oh, you can’t understand. Go to them in the dining-room; I shall come in a moment.
[Mrs. Linden goes into the dining-room. Nora stands for a moment as though collecting her thoughts; then looks at her watch.
Nora.
Five. Seven hours till midnight. Then twenty-four hours till the next midnight. Then the tarantella will be over. Twenty-four and seven? Thirty-one hours to live.
Helmer appears at the door, right.
Helmer.
What has become of my little lark?
Nora.
[Runs to him with open arms.] Here she is!