Nora.
Don’t look at me in that way, Torvald.
Helmer.
I am not to look at my dearest treasure?—at all the loveliness that is mine, mine only, wholly and entirely mine?
Nora.
[Goes to the other side of the table.] You mustn’t say these things to me this evening.
Helmer.
[Following.] I see you have the tarantella still in your blood—-and that makes you all the more enticing. Listen! the other people are going now. [More softly.] Nora—soon the whole house will be still.
Nora.
Yes, I hope so.