The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
[_Kissing her forehead._] Now my lark is speaking like a reasonable
being. Did you notice how jolly Rank was this evening?
NORA.
Indeed? Was he? I had no chance of speaking to him.
HELMER.
Nor I, much; but I haven’t seen him in such good spirits for a long
time. [_Looks at_ NORA _a little, then comes nearer her._] It’s splendid
to be back in our own home, to be quite alone together!—Oh, you
enchanting creature!
NORA.
Don’t look at me in that way, Torvald.
HELMER.
I am not to look at my dearest treasure?—at all the loveliness that is
mine, mine only, wholly and entirely mine?
NORA.
[_Goes to the other side of the table._] You mustn’t say these things to
me this evening.
HELMER.
[_Following._] I see you have the tarantella still in your blood—-and
that makes you all the more enticing. Listen! the other people are going
now. [_More softly._] Nora—soon the whole house will be still.
NORA.
Yes, I hope so.
HELMER.
Yes, don’t you, Nora darling? When we are among strangers, do you know
why I speak so little to you, and keep so far away, and only steal a
glance at you now and then—do you know _why_ I do it? Because I am
fancying that we love each other in secret, that I am secretly betrothed
to you, and that no one dreams that there is anything between us.
NORA.
Yes, yes, yes. I know all your thoughts are with me.
HELMER.
And then, when the time comes to go, and I put the shawl about your
smooth, soft shoulders, and this glorious neck of yours, I imagine you
are my bride, that our marriage is just over, that I am bringing you for
the first time to my home—that I am alone with you for the first
time—quite alone with you, in your trembling loveliness! All this
evening I have been longing for you, and you only. When I watched you
swaying and whirling in the tarantella—my blood boiled—I could endure it
no longer; and that’s why I made you come home with me so early——
NORA.
Go now, Torvald! Go away from me. I won’t have all this.
HELMER.
What do you mean? Ah, I see you’re teasing me, little Nora! Won’t—won’t!
Am I not your husband——?
[_A knock at the outer door._
NORA
[_Starts._] Did you hear——?
HELMER.
[_Going towards the hall._] Who’s there?
RANK.
[_Outside._] It is I; may I come in for a moment?
HELMER.
[_In a low tone, annoyed._] Oh! what can he want just now? [_Aloud._]
Wait a moment. [_Opens door._] Come, it’s nice of you to look in.
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