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Nora.
[Runs to meet him.] Oh, how I've been longing for you to come, Torvald dear!
Helmer.
Was that the dressmaker?
Nora.
No, Christina. She's helping me with my costume. You'll see how nice I shall look.
Helmer.
Yes, wasn't that a happy thought of mine?
Nora.
Splendid! But isn't it good of me, too, to have given in to you about the tarantella?
Helmer.
[Takes her under the chin.] Good of you! To give in to your own husband? Well well, you little madcap, I know you don't mean it. But I won't disturb you. I daresay you want to be "trying on"
Nora. And you are going to work, I suppose?
Helmer.
Yes. [Shows her a bundle of papers.] Look here. I've just come from the Bank
[Goes towards his room.
Nora.
Torvald.
Helmer.
[Stopping.] Yes?
