Helmer.
Helmer.
Helmer.
Nora—can I never be more than a stranger to you?
Nora.
Nora.
Nora.
[Taking her travelling-bag.] Oh, Torvald, then the miracle of miracles would have to happen——
Helmer.
Helmer.
Helmer.
What is the miracle of miracles?
Nora.
Nora.
Nora.
Both of us would have to change so that——Oh, Torvald, I no longer believe in miracles.
Helmer.
Helmer.
Helmer.
ButIwill believe. Tell me! We must so change that——?
Nora.
Nora.
Nora.
That communion between us shall be a marriage. Good-bye.
[She goes out by the hall door.
Helmer.
Helmer.
Helmer.
[Sinks into a chair by the door with his face in his hands.] Nora! Nora! [He looks round and rises.] Empty. She is gone. [A hope springs up in him.] Ah! The miracle of miracles——?!
[From below is heard the reverberation of a heavy door closing.
[From below is heard the reverberation of a heavy door closing.
THE END
THE END
THE END