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Helmer.
Why, Nora dear, you're dancing as if it were a matter of life and death.
Nora.
So it is.
Helmer.
Rank, stop! This is the merest madness. Stop, I say!
[Rank stops playing, and Nora comes to a sudden standstill.
Helmer.
[Going towards her.] I couldn't have believed it. You've positively forgotten all I taught you.
Nora.
[Throws the tambourine away.] You see for yourself.
Helmer.
You really do want teaching.
Nora.
Yes, you see how much I need it. You must practise with me up to the last moment. Will you promise me, Torvald?
Helmer.
Certainly, certainly.
Nora.
Neither to-day nor to morrow must you think of anything but me. You mustn't open a single letter—mustn't look at the letter-box
Helmer.
Ah, you're still afraid of that man
