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Nora.
Yes, and we'll keep it up till morning. [Calling out.] And macaroons, Ellen—plenty—just this once.
Helmer.
[Seizing her hand.] Come, come, don't let us have this wild excitement! Be my own little lark again.
Nora.
Oh yes, I will. But now go into the dining-room; and you too, Doctor Rank. Christina, you must help me to do up my hair.
Rank.
[Softly, as they go.] There's nothing in the wind? Nothing—I mean?
Helmer.
Oh no, nothing of the kind. It's merely this babyish anxiety I was telling you about.
[They go out to the right.
Nora.
Well?
Mrs. Linden.
He's gone out of town.
Nora.
I saw it in your face.
Mrs. Linden.
He comes back to-morrow evening. I left a note for him.
Nora.
You shouldn't have done that. Things must
