There, in the middle of the room.
Ellen.
Shall I bring in anything else?
Nora.
No, thank you, I have all I want.
[Ellen, having put down the tree, goes out.
Nora.
[Busy dressing the tree.] There must be a candle here—and flowers there.—That horrible man! Nonsense, nonsense! there’s nothing to be afraid of. The Christmas-tree shall be beautiful. I’ll do everything to please you, Torvald; I’ll sing and dance, and——
Enter Helmer by the hall door, with a bundle of documents.
Nora.