Helmer.
But knitting is always ugly. Just look—your arms close to your sides, and the needles going up and down—there’s something Chinese about it.—They really gave us splendid champagne to-night.
Mrs. Linden.
Well, good-night, Nora, and don’t be obstinate any more.
Helmer.
Well said, Mrs. Linden!
Mrs. Linden.
Good-night, Mr. Helmer.
Helmer.
[Accompanying her to the door.] Good-night, good-night; I hope you’ll get safely home. I should be glad to—but you have such a short way to go. Good-night, good-night. [She goes; Helmer shuts the door after her and comes forward again.] At last we’ve got rid of her: she’s a terrible bore.