Mrs. Herd. I fancy, Miss Wangel, it must have been merely a bee in your bonnet!
The N. A. (tenderly). Still the same little singing-bird! Oh, Nora, my long-lost lark!
Hilda (sulky). I'm not a lark—I'm a Bird of Prey—and, when I get my claws into anything——!
The N. A. Macaroons, for instance? I remember your tastes of old. See, Nora! (Produces a paper-bag from his coat-tail pocket.) They were fresh this morning!
Hilda (wavering). If you insist on calling me Nora, I think you must be just a little mad yourself.
The N. A. We are all a little mad—in Norway. But Torvald Helmer is sane enough still to recognise his own little squirrel again! Surely, Nora, your education is complete at last—you have gained the experience you needed?
Hilda (nods slowly). Yes, Torvald, you're right enough there. I have thought things out for myself, and have got clear about them. And I have quite made up my mind that Society and the Law are all wrong, and that I am right.
Helmer (overjoyed). Then you have learnt the Great Lesson, and are fit to undertake the charge of your children's education at last! You've no notion how they've grown! Yes, Nora, our marriage will be a true marriage now. You will come back to the Doll's-House, won't you?
Hilda-Nora-Helmer-Wangel (hesitates). Will you let me forge cheques if I do, Torvald?
Helmer (ardently). All day. And at night, Nora, we will falsify the accounts—together!