evening I have been longing for you, and you only. When I watched you swaying and whirling in the tarantella—my blood boiled—I could endure it no longer; and that's why I made you come home with me so early
Nora.
Go now, Torvald! Go away from me. I won't have all this.
Helmer.
What do you mean? Ah, I see you're teasing me, little Nora! Won't—won't! Am I not your husband? [A knock at the outer door.
Nora
[Starts.] Did you hear?
Helmer.
[Going towards the hall.] Who's there?
Rank.
[Outside.] It is I; may I come in for a moment?
Helmer.
[In a low tone, annoyed.] Oh! what can he want just now? [Aloud.] Wait a moment. [Opens door.] Come, it's nice of you to look in.
Rank.
I thought I heard your voice, and that put it into my head. [Looks round.] Ah, this dear old place! How cosy you two are here!
Helmer.
You seemed to find it pleasant enough upstairs, too.
