Man-woman relationships -- Drama; Marriage -- Drama; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English; Wives -- Drama
RANK.
What do you mean? Did you know—? _[MAID enters with lamp, puts it down
on the table, and goes out.]_ Nora—Mrs Helmer—tell me, had you any idea
of this?
NORA.
Oh, how do I know whether I had or whether I hadn’t? I really can’t
tell you—To think you could be so clumsy, Doctor Rank! We were getting
on so nicely.
RANK.
Well, at all events you know now that you can command me, body and
soul. So won’t you speak out?
NORA.
_[looking at him]_. After what happened?
RANK.
I beg you to let me know what it is.
NORA.
I can’t tell you anything now.
RANK.
Yes, yes. You mustn’t punish me in that way. Let me have permission to
do for you whatever a man may do.
NORA.
You can do nothing for me now. Besides, I really don’t need any help at
all. You will find that the whole thing is merely fancy on my part. It
really is so—of course it is! _[Sits down in the rocking-chair, and
looks at him with a smile.]_ You are a nice sort of man, Doctor
Rank!—don’t you feel ashamed of yourself, now the lamp has come?
RANK.
Not a bit. But perhaps I had better go—for ever?
NORA.
No, indeed, you shall not. Of course you must come here just as before.
You know very well Torvald can’t do without you.
RANK.
Yes, but you?
NORA.
Oh, I am always tremendously pleased when you come.
RANK.
It is just that, that put me on the wrong track. You are a riddle to
me. I have often thought that you would almost as soon be in my company
as in Helmer’s.
NORA.
Yes—you see there are some people one loves best, and others whom one
would almost always rather have as companions.
RANK.
Yes, there is something in that.
NORA.
When I was at home, of course I loved papa best. But I always thought
it tremendous fun if I could steal down into the maids’ room, because
they never moralised at all, and talked to each other about such
entertaining things.
RANK.
I see—it is their place I have taken.
NORA.
_[jumping up and going to him]_. Oh, dear, nice Doctor Rank, I never
meant that at all. But surely you can understand that being with
Torvald is a little like being with papa—_[Enter MAID from the hall.]_
MAID.
If you please, ma’am. _[Whispers and hands her a card.]_
NORA.
_[glancing at the card]_. Oh! _[Puts it in her pocket.]_
RANK.
Is there anything wrong?
NORA.
No, no, not in the least. It is only something—it is my new dress—
RANK.
What? Your dress is lying there.
NORA.
Oh, yes, that one; but this is another. I ordered it. Torvald mustn’t
know about it—
RANK.
Oho! Then that was the great secret.
NORA.
Of course. Just go in to him; he is sitting in the inner room. Keep him
as long as—
RANK.
Make your mind easy; I won’t let him escape.
_[Goes into HELMER’S room.]_
NORA.
_[to the MAID]_. And he is standing waiting in the kitchen?
MAID.
Yes; he came up the back stairs.
NORA.
But didn’t you tell him no one was in?
MAID.
Yes, but it was no good.
NORA.
He won’t go away?
MAID.
No; he says he won’t until he has seen you, ma’am.
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