_Hilda_ (_exulting with great intensity_). At last! Now I see him in there, great and free again, mixing the powder in a spoon--with jam!.... Now he raises the spoon. Higher--higher still! (_A gulp is audible from within._) There, didn't you hear a harp in the air? (_Quietly._) I can't see the spoon any more. But there is one he is striving with, in blue spectacles! _The New Assistant's Voice_ (_within_). The Pill-Doctor HERDAL has taken his own powder! _Hilda_ (_as if petrified_). That voice! _Where_ have I heard it before? No matter--he has got the powder down! (_Waves a shawl in the air, and shrieks with wild jubilation._) It's too awfully thrilling! My--_my_ Pill-Doctor! _The N. A._ (_comes out on verandah_). I am happy to inform you that--as, to avoid accidents, I took the simple precaution of filling all the Dispensary-jars with Camphorated Chalk--no serious results may be anticipated from Dr. HERDAL'S rashness. (_Removes spectacles._) NORA, don't you know me? _Hilda_ (_reflects_). I really don't remember having the pleasure----And I'm _sure_ I heard a harp in the air! _Mrs. Herd._ I fancy, Miss WANGEL, it must have been merely a bee in your bonnet! _The N. A._ (_tenderly_). Still the same little singing-bird! Oh, NORA, my long-lost lark! _Hilda_ (_sulky_). I'm _not_ a lark--I'm a Bird of Prey--and, when I get my claws into anything----! _The N. A._ Macaroons, for instance? I remember your tastes of old. See, NORA! (_Produces a paper-bag from his coat-tail pocket._) They were fresh this morning! _Hilda_ (_wavering_). If you insist on calling me NORA, I think you must be just a little mad yourself. _The N. A._ We are all a little mad--in Norway. But TORVALD HELMER is sane enough still to recognise his own little squirrel again! Surely, NORA, your education is complete at last--you have gained the experience you needed? _Hilda_ (_nods slowly_). Yes, TORVALD, you're right enough _there_. I have thought things out for myself, and have got clear about them. And I have quite made up my mind that Society and the Law are all wrong, and that I am right. _Helmer_ (_overjoyed_). Then you _have_ learnt the Great Lesson, and are fit to undertake the charge of your children's education at last! You've no notion how they've grown! Yes, NORA, our marriage will be a true marriage now. You will come back to the Doll's-House, won't you? _Hilda-Nora-Helmer-Wangel_ (_hesitates_). Will you let me forge cheques if I do, TORVALD? _Helmer_ (_ardently_). All day. And at night, NORA, we will falsify the accounts--together! _H. N. H. W._ (_throws herself into his arms, and helps herself to macaroons_). That will be fearfully thrilling! My--_my_ Manager! _Dr. Herd._ (_comes out, very pale, from Dispensary_). HILDA, I _did_ take the----I'm afraid I interrupt you? _Helmer._ Not in the least. But this lady is my little lark, and she is going back to her cage by the next steamer.