Nora.
No; certainly not.
Helmer.
Hasn't she even nibbled a macaroon or two?
Nora.
No, Torvald, indeed, indeed!
Helmer.
Well, well, well; of course I'm only joking.
Nora.
[Goes to the table on the right.] I shouldn't think of doing what you disapprove of.
Helmer.
No, I'm sure of that; and, besides, you've given me your word [Going towards her.] Well, keep your little Christmas secrets to yourself, Nora darling. The Christmas-tree will bring them all to light, I daresay.
Nora.
Have you remembered to invite Doctor Rank?
Helmer.
No. But it's not necessary; he'll come as a matter of course. Besides, I shall ask him when he looks in to-day. I've ordered some capital wine. Nora, you can't think how I look forward to this evening.
Nora.
And I too. How the children will enjoy themselves, Torvald!
Helmer.
Ah, it's glorious to feel that one has an assured
