Rank.
Why do you laugh at that? Have you any idea what “society” is?
Nora.
What do I care for your tiresome society? I was laughing at something else—something excessively amusing. Tell me, Doctor Rank, are all the employees at the Bank dependent on Torvald now?
Rank.
Is that what strikes you as excessively amusing?
Nora.
[Smiles and hums.] Never mind, never mind! [Walks about the room.] Yes, it is funny to think that we—that Torvald has such power over so many people. [Takes the bag from her pocket.] Doctor Rank, will you have a macaroon?
Rank.
What!—macaroons! I thought they were contraband here.