Helmer.
Hasn’t she even nibbled a macaroon or two?
Nora.
No, Torvald, indeed, indeed!
Helmer.
Well, well, well; of course I’m only joking.
Nora.
[Goes to the table on the right.] I shouldn’t think of doing what you disapprove of.
Helmer.
No, I’m sure of that; and, besides, you’ve given me your word——[Going towards her.] Well, keep your little Christmas secrets to yourself, Nora darling. The Christmas-tree will bring them all to light, I daresay.