Helmer.
Let me just see. [Is going.
[Nora, at the piano, plays the first bars of the tarantella.
Helmer.
[At the door, stops.] Aha!
Nora.
I can't dance to-morrow if I don't rehearse with you first.
Helmer.
[Going to her.] Are you really so nervous, dear Nora?
Nora.
Yes, dreadfully! Let me rehearse at once. We have time before dinner. Oh, do sit down and play for me, Torvald dear; direct me and put me right, as you used to do.
Helmer.
With all the pleasure in life, since you wish it.
[Sits at piano.
[Nora matches the tambourine out of the box, and hurriedly drapes herself in a long parti-coloured shawl; then, with a bound, stands in the middle of the floor.
Nora.
Now play for me! Now I'll dance!
[Helmer plays and Nora dances. Rank stands at the piano behind Helmer and looks on.
Helmer.
[Playing.] Slower! Slower!
