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Nora.
Oh yes, yes, I am.
Helmer.
Nora, I can see it in your face—there's a letter from him in the box.
Nora.
I don't know, I believe so. But you're not to read anything now; nothing ugly must come between us until all is over.
Rank.
[Softly, to Helmer.] You mustn't contradict her.
Helmer.
[Putting his arm around her.] The child shall have her own way. But to-morrow night, when the dance is over
Nora.
Then you shall be free.
Ellen appears in the doorway, right.
Ellen.
Dinner is on the table, ma'am.
Nora.
We'll have some champagne, Ellen.
Ellen.
Yes, ma'am. [Goes out.
Helmer.
Dear me! Quite a banquet.
