Rank.
To-day as well? You see!
Nora.
Only to put my costume in order—dear me, how unreasonable you are! [Sits on sofa.] Now do be good, Doctor Rank! To-morrow you shall see how beautifully I shall dance; and then you may fancy that I'm doing it all to please you—and of course Torvald as well. [Takes various things out of box.] Doctor Rank, sit down here, and I'll show you something.
Rank.
[Sitting.] What is it?
Nora.
Look here Look!
Rank.
Silk stockings.
Nora.
Flesh-coloured. Aren't they lovely? It's so dark here now; but to-morrow No, no, no; you must only look at the feet. Oh, well, I suppose you may look at the rest too
Rank.
H'm
Nora.
What are you looking so critical about? Do you think they won't fit me?
Rank.
I can't possibly give any competent opinion on that point.
