Nora.
Wish me the same.
Rank.
You? Very well, since you ask me—Sleep well. And thanks for the light.
[He nods to them both and goes out.
Helmer.
[In an undertone.] He's been drinking a good deal.
Nora.
[Absently.] I daresay. [Helmer takes his bunch of keys from his pocket and goes into the hall.] Torvald, what are you doing there?
Helmer.
I must empty the letter-box; it's quite full; there will be no room for the newspapers to-morrow morning.
Nora.
Are you going to work to-night?
Helmer.
You know very well I am not.—Why, how is this? Some one has been at the lock.
Nora.
The lock?
Helmer.
I'm sure of it. What does it mean? I can't think that the servants? Here's a broken hair-pin. Nora, it's one of yours.
Nora.
[Quickly.] It must have been the children
