ora. 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 b