Nora. Just look at those!
Rank. Silk stockings.
Nora. Flesh-coloured. Aren't they lovely? It is so dark here now, but tomorrow--. No, no, no! you must only look at the feet. Oh well, you may have leave to look at the legs too.
Rank. Hm!--
Nora. Why are you looking so critical? Don't you think they will fit me?
Rank. I have no means of forming an opinion about that.
Nora [looks at him for a moment]. For shame! [Hits him lightly on the ear with the stockings.] That's to punish you. [Folds them up again.]
Rank. And what other nice things am I to be allowed to see?
Nora. Not a single thing more, for being so naughty. [She looks among the things, humming to herself.]
Rank [after a short silence]. When I am sitting here, talking to you as intimately as this, I cannot imagine for a moment what would have become of me if I had never come into this house.