Nora.  I really can’t, Doctor Rank.  It is something out of all reason; it means advice, and help, and a favour—­

Rank.  The bigger a thing it is the better.  I can’t conceive what it is you mean.  Do tell me.  Haven’t I your confidence?

Nora.  More than anyone else.  I know you are my truest and best friend, and so I will tell you what it is.  Well, Doctor Rank, it is something you must help me to prevent.  You know how devotedly, how inexpressibly deeply Torvald loves me; he would never for a moment hesitate to give his life for me.

Rank (leaning towards her).  Nora—­do you think he is the only one—?

Nora (with a slight start).  The only one—?

Rank.  The only one who would gladly give his life for your sake.

Nora (sadly).  Is that it?

Rank.  I was determined you should know it before I went away, and there will never be a better opportunity than this.  Now you know it, Nora.  And now you know, too, that you can trust me as you would trust no one else.

Nora (rises, deliberately and quietly).  Let me pass.

Rank (makes room for her to pass him, but sits still).  Nora!

Nora (at the hall door).  Helen, bring in the lamp. (Goes over to the stove.) Dear Doctor Rank, that was really horrid of you.

Rank.  To have loved you as much as anyone else does?  Was that horrid?

Nora.  No, but to go and tell me so.  There was really no need—­

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.