Nora.
[Clapping her hands.] No, I needn't, need I, Torvald? Oh, how wonderful it is to think of? [Takes his arm.] And now I'll tell you how I think we ought to manage, Torvald. As soon as Christmas is over—- [The hall-door bell rings.] Oh, there's a ring! [Arranging the room.] That's somebody come to call. How tiresome!
Helmer.
I'm "not at home" to callers; remember that.
Ellen.
[In the doorway.] A lady to see you, ma'am.
Nora.
Show her in.
Ellen.
[To Helmer.] And the doctor has just come, sir.
Helmer.
Has he gone into my study?
Ellen.
Yes, sir.
[Helmer goes into his study. Ellen ushers in Mrs. Linden, in travelling costume, and goes out, closing the door.
Mrs. Linden.
[Embarrassed and hesitating.] How do you do, Nora?
Nora.
[Doubtfully.] How do you do?
