Nora.
Yes; but Christina brought me these.
Mrs. Linden.
What! I——?
Nora.
Oh, well! Don’t be frightened. You couldn’t possibly know that Torvald had forbidden them. The fact is, he’s afraid of me spoiling my teeth. But, oh bother, just for once!—That’s for you, Doctor Rank! [Puts a macaroon into his mouth.] And you too, Christina. And I’ll have one while we’re about it—only a tiny one, or at most two. [Walks about again.] Oh dear, I am happy! There’s only one thing in the world I really want.
Rank.
Well; what’s that?
Nora.
There’s something I should so like to say—in Torvald’s hearing.