Nora.
Oh, isn’t it wonderful?
Helmer.
Now I needn’t sit here boring myself all alone; and you needn’t tire your blessed eyes and your delicate little fingers——
Nora.
[Clapping her hands.] No, I needn’t, need I, Torvald? Oh, how wonderful it is to think of![of!] [Takes his arm.] And now I’ll tell you how I think we ought to manage, Torvald. As soon as Christmas is over—-[The hall-door bell rings.] Oh, there’s a ring! [Arranging the room.] That’s somebody come to call. How tiresome!
Helmer.
I’m “not at home” to callers; remember that.
Ellen.
[In the doorway.] A lady to see you, ma’am.