Flesh-coloured. Aren’t they lovely? It’s so dark here now; but to-morrow——No, no, no; you must only look at the feet. Oh, well, I suppose you may look at the rest too. RANK. H’m—— NORA. What are you looking so critical about? Do you think they won’t fit me? RANK. I can’t possibly give any competent opinion on that point. NORA. [_Looking at him a moment._] For shame! [_Hits him lightly on the ear with the stockings._] Take that. [_Rolls them up again._ RANK. And what other wonders am I to see? NORA. You sha’n’t see anything more; for you don’t behave nicely. [_She hums a little and searches among the things._ RANK. [_After a short silence._] When I sit here gossiping with you, I can’t imagine—I simply cannot conceive—what would have become of me if I had never entered this house. NORA. [_Smiling._] Yes, I think you do feel at home with us. RANK. [_More softly—looking straight before him._] And now to have to leave it all—— NORA. Nonsense. You sha’n’t leave us. RANK. [_In the same tone._] And not to be able to leave behind the slightest token of gratitude; scarcely even a passing regret—nothing but an empty place, that can be filled by the first comer. NORA. And if I were to ask you for——? No—— RANK. For what? NORA. For a great proof of your friendship. RANK. Yes—yes? NORA. I mean—for a very, very great service—— RANK. Would you really, for once, make me so happy? NORA. Oh, you don’t know what it is. RANK. Then tell me. NORA. No, I really can’t, Doctor Rank. It’s far, far too much—not only a service, but help and advice besides—— RANK. So much the better. I can’t think what you can mean. But go on. Don’t you trust me? NORA. As I trust no one else. I know you are my best and truest friend. So I will tell you. Well then, Doctor Rank, there is something you must help me to prevent. You know how deeply, how wonderfully Torvald loves me; he wouldn’t hesitate a moment to give his very life for my sake. RANK. [_Bending towards her._] Nora—do you think he is the only one who——? NORA. [_With a slight start._] Who——? RANK.