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dear Doctor Rank, I don't mean that. But you understand, with Torvald it's the same as with papa——

Ellen enters from the hall.

Ellen.

Please, ma'am—— [Whispers to Nora, and gives her a card.]

Nora.

[Glancing at card.] Ah! [Puts it in her pocket.

Rank.

Anything wrong?

Nora.

No, no, not in the least. It's only—it's my new costume——

Rank.

Your costume. Why, it's there.

Nora.

Oh, that one, yes. But this is another that—I have ordered it—Torvald mustn't know——

Rank.

Aha! So that's the great secret.

Nora.

Yes, of course. Please go to him; he's in the inner room. Do keep him while I——

Rank.

Don't be alarmed; he sha'n't escape.

[Goes into Helmer's room.

Nora.

[To Ellen.] Is he waiting in the kitchen?