There’s a big black hat—haven’t you heard of the invisible hat? It comes down all over you, and then no one can see you.
Helmer.
[With a suppressed smile.] No, you’re right there.
Rank.
But I’m quite forgetting what I came for. Helmer, give me a cigar—one of the dark Havanas.
Helmer.
With the greatest pleasure. [Hands cigar-case.
Rank.
[Takes one and cuts the end off.] Thank you.
Nora.