Helmer. Little featherbrain!--are you thinking of the next already?
Rank. We two? Yes, I can tell you. You shall go as a good fairy--
Helmer. Yes, but what do you suggest as an appropriate costume for that?
Rank. Let your wife go dressed just as she is in everyday life.
Helmer. That was really very prettily turned. But can't you tell us what you will be?
Rank. Yes, my dear friend, I have quite made up my mind about that.
Helmer. Well?
Rank. At the next fancy-dress ball I shall be invisible.
Helmer. That's a good joke!
Rank. There is a big black hat--have you never heard of hats that make you invisible? If you put one on, no one can see you.
Helmer [suppressing a smile]. Yes, you are quite right.
Rank. But I am clean forgetting what I came for. Helmer, give me a cigar--one of the dark Havanas.
Helmer. With the greatest pleasure. [Offers him his case.]
Rank [takes a cigar and cuts off the end]. Thanks.
Nora [striking a match]. Let me give you a light.
Rank. Thank you. [She holds the match for him to light his cigar.] And now goodbye!
Helmer. Goodbye, goodbye, dear old man!
Nora. Sleep well, Doctor Rank.
Rank. Thank you for that wish.
Nora. Wish me the same.
Rank. You? Well, if you want me to sleep well! And thanks for the light. [He nods to them both and goes out.]
Helmer [in a subdued voice]. He has drunk more than he ought.
Nora [absently]. Maybe. [HELMER takes a bunch of keys out of his pocket and goes into the hall.]