_Rank_. Yes, he has some sort of appointment there. (_To_ Mrs. LINDE.) I don't know whether you find also in your part of the world that there are certain people who go zealously snuffing about to smell out moral corruption, and, as soon as they have found some, put the person concerned into some lucrative position where they can keep their eye on him. Healthy natures are left out in the cold. _Mrs. Linde_. Still I think the sick are those who most need taking care of. _Rank_ (_shrugging his shoulders_). Yes, there you are. That is the sentiment that is turning Society into a sick-house. (NORA, _who has been absorbed in her thoughts, breaks out into smothered laughter and claps her hands_.) _Rank_. Why do you laugh at that? Have you any notion what Society really is? _Nora_. What do I care about tiresome Society? I am laughing at something quite different, something extremely amusing. Tell me, Doctor Rank, are all the people who are employed in the Bank dependent on Torvald now? _Rank_. Is that what you find so extremely amusing? _Nora_ (_smiling and humming_). That's my affair! (_Walking about the room_.) It's perfectly glorious to think that we have--that Torvald has so much power over so many people. (_Takes the packet from her pocket_.) Doctor Rank, what do you say to a macaroon? _Rank_. What, macaroons? I thought they were forbidden here. _Nora_. Yes, but these are some Christine gave me. _Mrs. Linde_. What! I?-- _Nora_. Oh, well, don't be alarmed! You couldn't know that Torvald had forbidden them. I must tell you that he is afraid they will spoil my teeth. But, bah!--once in a way--That's so, isn't it, Doctor Rank? By your leave! (_Puts a macaroon into his mouth.)_ You must have one too, Christine. And I shall have one, just a little one--or at most two. (_Walking about_.) I am tremendously happy. There is just one thing in the world now that I should dearly love to do. _Rank_. Well, what is that? _Nora_. It's something I should dearly love to say, if Torvald could hear me. _Rank_. Well, why can't you say it? _Nora_, No, I daren't; it's so shocking. _Mrs. Linde_. Shocking? _Rank_. Well, I should not advise you to say it. Still, with us you might. What is it you would so much like to say if Torvald could hear you? _Nora_. I should just love to say--Well, I'm damned! _Rank_. Are you mad? _Mrs. Linde_. Nora, dear--! _Rank_. Say it, here he is! _Nora_ (_hiding the packet_). Hush! Hush! Hush! (HELMER _comes out of his room, with his coat over his arm and his hat in his hand_.) _Nora_. Well, Torvald dear, have you got rid of him? _Helmer_. Yes, he has just gone. _Nora_. Let me introduce you--this is Christine, who has come to town. _Helmer_. Christine--? Excuse me, but I don't know-- _Nora_. Mrs. Linde, dear; Christine Linde. _Helmer_. Of course. A school friend of my wife's, I presume? _Mrs. Linde_. Yes, we have known each other since then.