_REBECCA._
[_Bows her head towards his breast._] You will see me off? Thanks. Now you are indeed an Ibsenite.
[_Smiles almost imperceptibly._
_ROSMER._
[_Cautiously._] I said as far as _you_ go. I don"t commit myself further than that. Shall we go?
REBECCA.
First tell me this. Are _you_ going with _me_, or am _I_ going with _you?_
ROSMER.
A subtle psychological point--but we have not time to think it out here.
We will discuss it as we go along. Come!
[ROSMER _takes his hat and stick_, REBECCA _her reticule, with sandwiches. They go out hand-in-hand through the door, which they leave open. The room (as is not uncommon with rooms in Norway) is left empty.
Then_ MADAM HELSETH _enters through another door_.
MADAM HELSETH.
The cab, Miss--not here! [_Looks out._] Out together--at this time of night--upon my--_not_ on the garden seat? [_Looks out of window._] My goodness! _what_ is that white thing on the bridge--the _Horse_ at last!
[_Shrieks aloud._] And those two sinful creatures running home!
[_Enter_ ROSMER _and_ REBECCA, _out of breath_.
ROSMER.
[_Scarcely able to get the words out._] It"s no use, Rebecca--we must put it off till another evening. We can"t be expected to jump off a footbridge which already has a White Horse on it. And if it comes to that, why should we jump at all? I know now that I really _have_ enn.o.bled you, which was all I wanted. What would be the good of recovering faith in my mission at the bottom of a mill-pond? No, Rebecca--[_Lays his hand on her head_]--there is no judge over us, and therefore----
REBECCA.
[_Interrupting gravely._] We will bind ourselves over in our own recognisances to come up for judgment when called upon.
[MADAM HELSETH _holds on to a chair-back._ REBECCA _finishes the antimaca.s.sar calmly as Curtain falls_.
* * * * *
NORA; OR, THE BIRD-CAGE
(ET DIKKISVoET)
ACT FIRST
_A room tastefully filled with cheap Art-furniture. Gimcracks in an etagere: a festoon of chenille monkeys hanging from the gaselier.
j.a.panese fans, skeletons, cotton-wool spiders, frogs and lizards, scattered everywhere about. Drain-pipes with tall dyed gra.s.ses. A porcelain stove decorated with transferable pictures. Showily-bound books in book-case. Window. The Visitor"s bell rings in the hall outside. The hall-door is heard to open, and then to shut. Presently_ NORA _walks in with parcels; a porter carries a large Christmas-tree after her--which he puts down_. NORA _gives him a shilling--and he goes out grumbling_.
NORA _hums contentedly, and eats macaroons. Then_ HELMER _puts his head out of his Manager"s room, and_ NORA _hides macaroons cautiously_.
HELMER.
[_Playfully._] Is that my little squirrel twittering--that my lark frisking in here?
NORA.
Ess! [_To herself._] I have only been married eight years, so these marital amenities have not yet had time to pall!
HELMER.
[_Threatening with his finger._] I hope the little bird has surely not been digging its beak into any macaroons, eh?
NORA.
[_Bolting one, and wiping her mouth._] No, most certainly not. [_To herself_] The worst of being so babyish is--one _does_ have to tell such a lot of taradiddles! [_To_ HELMER.] See what I"ve bought--it"s been _such_ fun!
[_Hums._
HELMER.
[_Inspecting parcels._] H"m--rather an _expensive_ little lark!
[_Takes her playfully by the ear._
NORA.
Little birds like to have a flutter occasionally. Which reminds me---- [_Plays with his coat-b.u.t.tons._] I"m such a simple ickle sing--but if you _are_ thinking of giving me a Christmas present, make it cash!
HELMER.
Just like your poor father, _he_ always asked me to make it cash--he never made any himself! It"s heredity, I suppose. Well--well!
[_Goes back to his Bank._ NORA _goes on humming._
_Enter_ MRS. LINDEN, _doubtfully._
NORA.
What, Christina--why, how old you look! But then you are poor. I"m not.
Torvald has just been made a Bank Manager. [_Tidies the room._] Isn"t it really wonderfully delicious to be well off? But of course, you wouldn"t know. _We_ were poor once, and, do you know, when Torvald was ill, I--[_tossing her head_]--though I _am_ such a frivolous little squirrel, and all that, I actually borrowed 300 for him to go abroad. Wasn"t _that_ clever? Tra-la-la! I shan"t tell you _who_ lent it. I didn"t even tell Torvald. I am such a mere baby I don"t tell him everything. I tell Dr. Rank, though. Oh, I"m so awfully happy I should like to shout, "Dash it all!"
MRS. LINDEN.
[_Stroking her hair._] Do--it is a natural and innocent outburst--you are such a child! But I am a widow, and want employment. _Do_ you think your husband could find me a place as clerk in his Bank? [_Proudly._] I am an excellent knitter!
NORA.