_Nora_. No. I can receive nothing from a stranger. _Helmer_. Nora--can I never be anything more than a stranger to you? _Nora_ (_taking her bag_). Ah, Torvald, the most wonderful thing of all would have to happen. _Helmer_. Tell me what that would be! _Nora_. Both you and I would have to be so changed that--. Oh, Torvald, I don't believe any longer in wonderful things happening. _Helmer_. But I will believe in it. Tell me? So changed that--? _Nora_. That our life together would be a real wedlock. Good-bye. (_She goes out through the hall_.) _Helmer_ (_sinks down on a chair at the door and buries his face in his hands_). Nora! Nora! (_Looks round, and rises_.) Empty. She is gone. (_A hope flashes across his mind_.) The most wonderful thing of all--? (_The sound of a door shutting is heard from below_.)