RANK. I won’t have him there. Not on any account. I bar my door to him. As soon as I am quite certain that the worst has come, I shall send you my card with a black cross on it, and then you will know that the loathsome end has begun. NORA. You are quite absurd today. And I wanted you so much to be in a really good humour. RANK. With death stalking beside me?—To have to pay this penalty for another man’s sin? Is there any justice in that? And in every single family, in one way or another, some such inexorable retribution is being exacted— NORA. _[putting her hands over her ears]_. Rubbish! Do talk of something cheerful. RANK. Oh, it’s a mere laughing matter, the whole thing. My poor innocent spine has to suffer for my father’s youthful amusements. NORA. _[sitting at the table on the left]_. I suppose you mean that he was too partial to asparagus and pate de foie gras, don’t you? RANK. Yes, and to truffles. NORA. Truffles, yes. And oysters too, I suppose? RANK. Oysters, of course, that goes without saying. NORA. And heaps of port and champagne. It is sad that all these nice things should take their revenge on our bones. RANK. Especially that they should revenge themselves on the unlucky bones of those who have not had the satisfaction of enjoying them. NORA. Yes, that’s the saddest part of it all. RANK. _[with a searching look at her]_. Hm!— NORA. _[after a short pause]_. Why did you smile? RANK. No, it was you that laughed. NORA. No, it was you that smiled, Doctor Rank! RANK. _[rising]_. You are a greater rascal than I thought. NORA. I am in a silly mood today. RANK. So it seems. NORA. _[putting her hands on his shoulders]_. Dear, dear Doctor Rank, death mustn’t take you away from Torvald and me. RANK. It is a loss you would easily recover from. Those who are gone are soon forgotten. NORA. _[looking at him anxiously]_. Do you believe that? RANK. People form new ties, and then— NORA. Who will form new ties? RANK. Both you and Helmer, when I am gone. You yourself are already on the high road to it, I think. What did that Mrs Linde want here last night? NORA. Oho!—you don’t mean to say you are jealous of poor Christine? RANK. Yes, I am. She will be my successor in this house. When I am done for, this woman will— NORA. Hush! don’t speak so loud. She is in that room. RANK. Today again. There, you see. NORA. She has only come to sew my dress for me. Bless my soul, how unreasonable you are! _[Sits down on the sofa.]_ Be nice now, Doctor Rank, and tomorrow you will see how beautifully I shall dance, and you can imagine I am doing it all for you—and for Torvald too, of course. _[Takes various things out of the box.]_ Doctor Rank, come and sit down here, and I will show you something. RANK. _[sitting down]_. What is it? NORA. Just look at those! RANK. Silk stockings.