A Doll’s House

Name: A Doll’s House
Author: Henrik Ibsen

Henrik Ibsen, translated by R. Farquharson Sharp

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Dramatis Personae

Torvald Helmer
Nora, his wife
Doctor Rank
Mrs. Linde
Nils Krogstad
Helmer’s three young children
Anne, their nurse
A Housemaid
A Porter

The action takes place in Helmer’s house.

Act I

A room furnished comfortably and tastefully, but not extravagantly. At the back, a door to the right leads to the entrance hall, another to the left leads to Helmer’s study. Between the doors stands a piano. In the middle of the left-hand wall is a door, and beyond it a window. Near the window are a round table, armchairs and a small sofa. In the right-hand wall, at the farther end, another door; and on the same side, nearer the footlights, a stove, two easy chairs and a rocking chair; between the stove and the door, a small table. Engravings on the walls; a cabinet with china and other small objects; a small bookcase with well-bound books. The floors are carpeted, and a fire burns in the stove. It is winter.

	A bell rings in the hall; shortly afterwards the door is heard to open. Enter Nora, humming a tune and in high spirits. She is in outdoor dress and carries a number of parcels; these she lays on the table to the right. She leaves the outer door open after her, and through it is seen a Porter who is carrying a Christmas tree and a basket, which he gives to the Maid who has opened the door.
Nora	Hide the Christmas tree carefully, Helen. Be sure the children do not see it until this evening, when it is dressed. To the Porter, taking out her purse. How much?
Porter	Sixpence.
Nora	There is a shilling. No, keep the change. The Porter thanks her, and goes out. Nora shuts the door. She is laughing to herself, as she takes off her hat and coat. She takes a packet of macaroons from her pocket and eats one or two; then goes cautiously to her husband’s door and listens. Yes, he is in. Still humming, she goes to the table on the right.
Helmer	Calls out from his room. Is that my little lark twittering out there?
Nora	Busy opening some of the parcels. Yes, it is!
Helmer	Is it my little squirrel bustling about?
Nora	Yes!
Helmer	When did my squirrel come home?
Nora	Just now. Puts the bag of macaroons into her pocket and wipes her mouth. Come in here, Torvald, and see what I have bought.
Helmer	Don’t disturb me. A little later, he opens the door and looks into the room, pen in hand. Bought, did you say? All these things? Has my little spendthrift been wasting money again?
Nora	Yes but, Torvald, this year we really can let ourselves go a little. This is the first Christmas that we have not needed to economise.
Helmer	Still, you know, we can’t spend money recklessly.
Nora	Yes, Torvald, we may be a wee bit more reckless now, mayn’t we? Just a tiny wee bit! You are going to have a big salary and earn lots and lots of money.
Helmer	Yes, after the New Year; but then it will be a whole quarter before the salary is due.
Nora	Pooh! we can borrow until then.
Helmer	Nora! Goes up to her and takes her playfully by the ear. The same little featherhead! Suppose, now, that I borrowed fifty pounds today, and you spent it all in the Christmas week, and then on New Year’s Eve a slate fell on my head and killed me, and—
Nora	Putting her hands over his mouth. Oh! don’t say such horrid things.
Helmer	Still, suppose that happened—what then?
Nora	If that were to happen, I don’t suppose I should care whether I owed money or not.
Helmer	Yes, but what about the people who had lent it?
Nora	They? Who would bother about them? I should not know who they were.
Helmer	That is like a woman! But seriously, Nora, you know what I think about that. No debt, no borrowing. There can be no freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt. We two have kept bravely on the straight road so far, and we will go on the same way for the short time longer that there need be any struggle.
Nora	Moving towards the stove. As you please, Torvald.
Helmer	Following her. Come, come, my little skylark must not droop her wings. What is this! Is my little squirrel out of temper? Taking out his purse. Nora, what do you think I have got here?
Nora	Turning round quickly. Money!
Helmer	There you are. Gives her some money. Do you think I don’t know what a lot is wanted for housekeeping at Christmas-time?
Nora	Counting. Ten shillings—a pound—two pounds! Thank you, thank you, Torvald; that will keep me going for a long time.
Helmer	Indeed it must.
Nora	Yes, yes, it will. But come here and let me show you what I have bought. And all so cheap! Look, here is a new suit for Ivar, and a sword; and a horse and a trumpet for Bob; and a doll and dolly’s bedstead for Emmy—they are very plain, but anyway she will soon break them in pieces. And here are dress-lengths and handkerchiefs for the maids; old Anne ought really to have something better.
Helmer	And what is in this parcel?
Nora	Crying out. No, no! you mustn’t see that until this evening.
Helmer	Very well. But now tell me, you extravagant little person, what would you like for yourself?
Nora	For myself? Oh, I am sure I don’t want anything.
Helmer	Yes, but you must. Tell me something reasonable that you would particularly like to have.
Nora	No, I really can’t think of anything—unless, Torvald—
Helmer	Well?
Nora	Playing with his coat buttons, and without raising her eyes to his. If you really want to give me something, you might—you might—
Helmer	Well, out with it!
Nora	Speaking quickly. You might give me money, Torvald. Only just as much as you can afford; and then one of these days I will buy something with it.
Helmer	But, Nora—
Nora	Oh, do! dear Torvald; please, please do! Then I will wrap it up in beautiful gilt paper and hang it on the Christmas tree. Wouldn’t that be fun?
Helmer	What are little people called that are always wasting money?
Nora	Spendthrifts—I know. Let us do as you suggest, Torvald, and then I shall have time to think what I am most in want of. That is a very sensible plan, isn’t it?
Helmer	Smiling. Indeed it is—that is to say, if you were really to save out of the money I give you, and then really buy something for yourself. But if you spend it all on the housekeeping and any number of unnecessary things, then I merely have to pay up again.
Nora	Oh but, Torvald—
Helmer	You can’t deny it, my dear little Nora. Puts his arm round her waist. It’s a sweet little spendthrift, but she uses up a deal of money. One would hardly believe how expensive such little persons are!
Nora	It’s a shame to say that. I do really save all I can.
Helmer	Laughing. That’s very true—all you can. But you can’t save anything!
Nora	Smiling quietly and happily. You haven’t any idea how many expenses we skylarks and squirrels have, Torvald.
Helmer	You are an odd little soul. Very like your father. You always find some new way of wheedling money out of me, and, as soon as you have got it, it seems to melt in your hands. You never know where it has gone. Still, one must take you as you are. It is in the blood; for indeed it is true that you can inherit these things, Nora.
Nora	Ah, I wish I had inherited many of Papa’s qualities.
Helmer	And I would not wish you to be anything but just what you are, my sweet little skylark. But, do you know, it strikes me that you are looking rather—what shall I say—rather uneasy today?
Nora	Do I?
Helmer	You do, really. Look straight at me.
Nora	Looks at him. Well?
Helmer	Wagging his finger at her. Hasn’t Miss Sweet Tooth been breaking rules in town today?
Nora	No; what makes you think that?
Helmer	Hasn’t she paid a visit to the confectioner’s?
Nora	No, I assure you, Torvald—
Helmer	Not been nibbling sweets?
Nora	No, certainly not.
Helmer	Not even taken a bite at a macaroon or two?
Nora	No, Torvald, I assure you really—
Helmer	There, there, of course I was only joking.
Nora	Going to the table on the right. I should not think of going against your wishes.
Helmer	No, I am sure of that; besides, you gave me your word—Going up to her. Keep your little Christmas secrets to yourself, my darling. They will all be revealed tonight when the Christmas tree is lit, no doubt.
Nora	Did you remember to invite Doctor Rank?
Helmer	No. But there is no need; as a matter of course he will come to dinner with us. However, I will ask him when he comes in this morning. I have ordered some good wine. Nora, you can’t think how I am looking forward to this evening.
Nora	So am I! And how the children will enjoy themselves, Torvald!
Helmer	It is splendid to feel that one has a perfectly safe appointment, and a big enough income. It’s delightful to think of, isn’t it?
Nora	It’s wonderful!
Helmer	Do you remember last Christmas? For a full three weeks beforehand you shut yourself up every evening until long after midnight, making ornaments for the Christmas tree, and all the other fine things that were to be a surprise to us. It was the dullest three weeks I ever spent!
Nora	I didn’t find it dull.
Helmer	Smiling. But there was precious little result, Nora.
Nora	Oh, you shouldn’t tease me about that again. How could I help the cat’s going in and tearing everything to pieces?
Helmer	Of course you couldn’t, poor little girl. You had the best of intentions to please us all, and that’s the main thing. But it is a good thing that our hard times are over.
Nora	Yes, it is really wonderful.
Helmer	This time I needn’t sit here and be dull all alone, and you needn’t ruin your dear eyes and your pretty little hands—
Nora	Clapping her hands. No, Torvald, I needn’t any longer, need I! It’s wonderfully lovely to hear you say so! Taking his arm. Now I will tell you how I have been thinking we ought to arrange things, Torvald. As soon as Christmas is over—A bell rings in the hall. There’s the bell. She tidies the room a little. There’s someone at the door. What a nuisance!
Helmer	If it is a caller, remember I am not at home.
Maid	In the doorway. A lady to see you, ma’am—a stranger.
Nora	Ask her to come in.
Maid	To Helmer. The doctor came at the same time, sir.
Helmer	Did he go straight into my room?
Maid	Yes, sir.
	Helmer goes into his room. The Maid ushers in Mrs. Linde, who is in travelling dress, and shuts the door.
Mrs. Linde	In a dejected and timid voice. How do you do, Nora?
Nora	Doubtfully. How do you do—
Mrs. Linde	You don’t recognise me, I suppose.
Nora	No, I don’t know—yes, to be sure, I seem to—Suddenly. Yes! Christine! Is it really you?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, it is I.
Nora	Christine! To think of my not recognising you! And yet how could I—In a gentle voice. How you have altered, Christine!
Mrs. Linde	Yes, I have indeed. In nine, ten long years—
Nora	Is it so long since we met? I suppose it is. The last eight years have been a happy time for me, I can tell you. And so now you have come into the town, and have taken this long journey in winter—that was plucky of you.
Mrs. Linde	I arrived by steamer this morning.
Nora	To have some fun at Christmas-time, of course. How delightful! We will have such fun together! But take off your things. You are not cold, I hope. Helps her. Now we will sit down by the stove, and be cosy. No, take this armchair; I will sit here in the rocking chair. Takes her hands. Now you look like your old self again; it was only the first moment—You are a little paler, Christine, and perhaps a little thinner.
Mrs. Linde	And much, much older, Nora.
Nora	Perhaps a little older; very, very little; certainly not much. Stops suddenly and speaks seriously. What a thoughtless creature I am, chattering away like this. My poor, dear Christine, do forgive me.
Mrs. Linde	What do you mean, Nora?
Nora	Gently. Poor Christine, you are a widow.
Mrs. Linde	Yes; it is three years ago now.
Nora	Yes, I knew; I saw it in the papers. I assure you, Christine, I meant ever so often to write to you at the time, but I always put it off and something always prevented me.
Mrs. Linde	I quite understand, dear.
Nora	It was very bad of me, Christine. Poor thing, how you must have suffered. And he left you nothing?
Mrs. Linde	No.
Nora	And no children?
Mrs. Linde	No.
Nora	Nothing at all, then.
Mrs. Linde	Not even any sorrow or grief to live upon.
Nora	Looking incredulously at her. But, Christine, is that possible?
Mrs. Linde	Smiles sadly and strokes her hair. It sometimes happens, Nora.
Nora	So you are quite alone. How dreadfully sad that must be. I have three lovely children. You can’t see them just now, for they are out with their nurse. But now you must tell me all about it.
Mrs. Linde	No, no; I want to hear about you.
Nora	No, you must begin. I mustn’t be selfish today; today I must only think of your affairs. But there is one thing I must tell you. Do you know we have just had a great piece of good luck?
Mrs. Linde	No, what is it?
Nora	Just fancy, my husband has been made manager of the Bank!
Mrs. Linde	Your husband? What good luck!
Nora	Yes, tremendous! A barrister’s profession is such an uncertain thing, especially if he won’t undertake unsavoury cases; and naturally Torvald has never been willing to do that, and I quite agree with him. You may imagine how pleased we are! He is to take up his work in the Bank at the New Year, and then he will have a big salary and lots of commissions. For the future we can live quite differently—we can do just as we like. I feel so relieved and so happy, Christine! It will be splendid to have heaps of money and not need to have any anxiety, won’t it?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, anyhow I think it would be delightful to have what one needs.
Nora	No, not only what one needs, but heaps and heaps of money.
Mrs. Linde	Smiling. Nora, Nora, haven’t you learned sense yet? In our schooldays you were a great spendthrift.
Nora	Laughing. Yes, that is what Torvald says now. Wags her finger at her. But “Nora, Nora” is not so silly as you think. We have not been in a position for me to waste money. We have both had to work.
Mrs. Linde	You too?
Nora	Yes; odds and ends, needlework, crotchet work, embroidery, and that kind of thing. Dropping her voice. And other things as well. You know Torvald left his office when we were married? There was no prospect of promotion there, and he had to try and earn more than before. But during the first year he overworked himself dreadfully. You see, he had to make money every way he could, and he worked early and late; but he couldn’t stand it, and fell dreadfully ill, and the doctors said it was necessary for him to go south.
Mrs. Linde	You spent a whole year in Italy, didn’t you?
Nora	Yes. It was no easy matter to get away, I can tell you. It was just after Ivar was born; but naturally we had to go. It was a wonderfully beautiful journey, and it saved Torvald’s life. But it cost a tremendous lot of money, Christine.
Mrs. Linde	So I should think.
Nora	It cost about two hundred and fifty pounds. That’s a lot, isn’t it?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, and in emergencies like that it is lucky to have the money.
Nora	I ought to tell you that we had it from Papa.
Mrs. Linde	Oh, I see. It was just about that time that he died, wasn’t it?
Nora	Yes; and, just think of it, I couldn’t go and nurse him. I was expecting little Ivar’s birth every day and I had my poor sick Torvald to look after. My dear, kind father—I never saw him again, Christine. That was the saddest time I have known since our marriage.
Mrs. Linde	I know how fond you were of him. And then you went off to Italy?
Nora	Yes; you see we had money then, and the doctors insisted on our going, so we started a month later.
Mrs. Linde	And your husband came back quite well?
Nora	As sound as a bell!
Mrs. Linde	But—the doctor?
Nora	What doctor?
Mrs. Linde	I thought your maid said the gentleman who arrived here just as I did, was the doctor?
Nora	Yes, that was Doctor Rank, but he doesn’t come here professionally. He is our greatest friend, and comes in at least once every day. No, Torvald has not had an hour’s illness since then, and our children are strong and healthy and so am I. Jumps up and claps her hands. Christine! Christine! it’s good to be alive and happy!—But how horrid of me; I am talking of nothing but my own affairs. Sits on a stool near her, and rests her arms on her knees. You mustn’t be angry with me. Tell me, is it really true that you did not love your husband? Why did you marry him?
Mrs. Linde	My mother was alive then, and was bedridden and helpless, and I had to provide for my two younger brothers; so I did not think I was justified in refusing his offer.
Nora	No, perhaps you were quite right. He was rich at that time, then?
Mrs. Linde	I believe he was quite well off. But his business was a precarious one; and, when he died, it all went to pieces and there was nothing left.
Nora	And then?—
Mrs. Linde	Well, I had to turn my hand to anything I could find—first a small shop, then a small school, and so on. The last three years have seemed like one long working day, with no rest. Now it is at an end, Nora. My poor mother needs me no more, for she is gone; and the boys do not need me either; they have got situations and can shift for themselves.
Nora	What a relief you must feel if—
Mrs. Linde	No, indeed; I only feel my life unspeakably empty. No one to live for anymore. Gets up restlessly. That was why I could not stand the life in my little backwater any longer. I hope it may be easier here to find something which will busy me and occupy my thoughts. If only I could have the good luck to get some regular work—office work of some kind—
Nora	But, Christine, that is so frightfully tiring, and you look tired out now. You had far better go away to some watering-place.
Mrs. Linde	Walking to the window. I have no father to give me money for a journey, Nora.
Nora	Rising. Oh, don’t be angry with me!
Mrs. Linde	Going up to her. It is you that must not be angry with me, dear. The worst of a position like mine is that it makes one so bitter. No one to work for, and yet obliged to be always on the lookout for chances. One must live, and so one becomes selfish. When you told me of the happy turn your fortunes have taken—you will hardly believe it—I was delighted not so much on your account as on my own.
Nora	How do you mean?—Oh, I understand. You mean that perhaps Torvald could get you something to do.
Mrs. Linde	Yes, that was what I was thinking of.
Nora	He must, Christine. Just leave it to me; I will broach the subject very cleverly—I will think of something that will please him very much. It will make me so happy to be of some use to you.
Mrs. Linde	How kind you are, Nora, to be so anxious to help me! It is doubly kind in you, for you know so little of the burdens and troubles of life.
Nora	I—? I know so little of them?
Mrs. Linde	Smiling. My dear! Small household cares and that sort of thing!—You are a child, Nora.
Nora	Tosses her head and crosses the stage. You ought not to be so superior.
Mrs. Linde	No?
Nora	You are just like the others. They all think that I am incapable of anything really serious—
Mrs. Linde	Come, come—
Nora	—that I have gone through nothing in this world of cares.
Mrs. Linde	But, my dear Nora, you have just told me all your troubles.
Nora	Pooh!—those were trifles. Lowering her voice. I have not told you the important thing.
Mrs. Linde	The important thing? What do you mean?
Nora	You look down upon me altogether, Christine—but you ought not to. You are proud, aren’t you, of having worked so hard and so long for your mother?
Mrs. Linde	Indeed, I don’t look down on anyone. But it is true that I am both proud and glad to think that I was privileged to make the end of my mother’s life almost free from care.
Nora	And you are proud to think of what you have done for your brothers?
Mrs. Linde	I think I have the right to be.
Nora	I think so, too. But now, listen to this; I too have something to be proud and glad of.
Mrs. Linde	I have no doubt you have. But what do you refer to?
Nora	Speak low. Suppose Torvald were to hear! He mustn’t on any account—no one in the world must know, Christine, except you.
Mrs. Linde	But what is it?
Nora	Come here. Pulls her down on the sofa beside her. Now I will show you that I too have something to be proud and glad of. It was I who saved Torvald’s life.
Mrs. Linde	“Saved”? How?
Nora	I told you about our trip to Italy. Torvald would never have recovered if he had not gone there—
Mrs. Linde	Yes, but your father gave you the necessary funds.
Nora	Smiling. Yes, that is what Torvald and all the others think, but—
Mrs. Linde	But—
Nora	Papa didn’t give us a shilling. It was I who procured the money.
Mrs. Linde	You? All that large sum?
Nora	Two hundred and fifty pounds. What do you think of that?
Mrs. Linde	But, Nora, how could you possibly do it? Did you win a prize in the Lottery?
Nora	Contemptuously. In the Lottery? There would have been no credit in that.
Mrs. Linde	But where did you get it from, then?
Nora	Humming and smiling with an air of mystery. Hm, hm! Aha!
Mrs. Linde	Because you couldn’t have borrowed it.
Nora	Couldn’t I? Why not?
Mrs. Linde	No, a wife cannot borrow without her husband’s consent.
Nora	Tossing her head. Oh, if it is a wife who has any head for business—a wife who has the wit to be a little bit clever—
Mrs. Linde	I don’t understand it at all, Nora.
Nora	There is no need you should. I never said I had borrowed the money. I may have got it some other way. Lies back on the sofa. Perhaps I got it from some other admirer. When anyone is as attractive as I am—
Mrs. Linde	You are a mad creature.
Nora	Now, you know you’re full of curiosity, Christine.
Mrs. Linde	Listen to me, Nora dear. Haven’t you been a little bit imprudent?
Nora	Sits up straight. Is it imprudent to save your husband’s life?
Mrs. Linde	It seems to me imprudent, without his knowledge, to—
Nora	But it was absolutely necessary that he should not know! My goodness, can’t you understand that? It was necessary he should have no idea what a dangerous condition he was in. It was to me that the doctors came and said that his life was in danger, and that the only thing to save him was to live in the south. Do you suppose I didn’t try, first of all, to get what I wanted as if it were for myself? I told him how much I should love to travel abroad like other young wives; I tried tears and entreaties with him; I told him that he ought to remember the condition I was in, and that he ought to be kind and indulgent to me; I even hinted that he might raise a loan. That nearly made him angry, Christine. He said I was thoughtless, and that it was his duty as my husband not to indulge me in my whims and caprices—as I believe he called them. Very well, I thought, you must be saved—and that was how I came to devise a way out of the difficulty—
Mrs. Linde	And did your husband never get to know from your father that the money had not come from him?
Nora	No, never. Papa died just at that time. I had meant to let him into the secret and beg him never to reveal it. But he was so ill then—alas, there never was any need to tell him.
Mrs. Linde	And since then have you never told your secret to your husband?
Nora	Good Heavens, no! How could you think so? A man who has such strong opinions about these things! And besides, how painful and humiliating it would be for Torvald, with his manly independence, to know that he owed me anything! It would upset our mutual relations altogether; our beautiful happy home would no longer be what it is now.
Mrs. Linde	Do you mean never to tell him about it?
Nora	Meditatively, and with a half smile. Yes—someday, perhaps, after many years, when I am no longer as nice-looking as I am now. Don’t laugh at me! I mean, of course, when Torvald is no longer as devoted to me as he is now; when my dancing and dressing up and reciting have palled on him; then it may be a good thing to have something in reserve—Breaking off. What nonsense! That time will never come. Now, what do you think of my great secret, Christine? Do you still think I am of no use? I can tell you, too, that this affair has caused me a lot of worry. It has been by no means easy for me to meet my engagements punctually. I may tell you that there is something that is called, in business, quarterly interest, and another thing called payment in installments, and it is always so dreadfully difficult to manage them. I have had to save a little here and there, where I could, you understand. I have not been able to put aside much from my housekeeping money, for Torvald must have a good table. I couldn’t let my children be shabbily dressed; I have felt obliged to use up all he gave me for them, the sweet little darlings!
Mrs. Linde	So it has all had to come out of your own necessaries of life, poor Nora?
Nora	Of course. Besides, I was the one responsible for it. Whenever Torvald has given me money for new dresses and such things, I have never spent more than half of it; I have always bought the simplest and cheapest things. Thank Heaven, any clothes look well on me, and so Torvald has never noticed it. But it was often very hard on me, Christine—because it is delightful to be really well dressed, isn’t it?
Mrs. Linde	Quite so.
Nora	Well, then I have found other ways of earning money. Last winter I was lucky enough to get a lot of copying to do; so I locked myself up and sat writing every evening until quite late at night. Many a time I was desperately tired; but all the same it was a tremendous pleasure to sit there working and earning money. It was like being a man.
Mrs. Linde	How much have you been able to pay off in that way?
Nora	I can’t tell you exactly. You see, it is very difficult to keep an account of a business matter of that kind. I only know that I have paid every penny that I could scrape together. Many a time I was at my wits’ end. Smiles. Then I used to sit here and imagine that a rich old gentleman had fallen in love with me—
Mrs. Linde	What! Who was it?
Nora	Be quiet!—that he had died; and that when his will was opened it contained, written in big letters, the instruction: “The lovely Mrs. Nora Helmer is to have all I possess paid over to her at once in cash.”
Mrs. Linde	But, my dear Nora—who could the man be?
Nora	Good gracious, can’t you understand? There was no old gentleman at all; it was only something that I used to sit here and imagine, when I couldn’t think of any way of procuring money. But it’s all the same now; the tiresome old person can stay where he is, as far as I am concerned; I don’t care about him or his will either, for I am free from care now. Jumps up. My goodness, it’s delightful to think of, Christine! Free from care! To be able to be free from care, quite free from care; to be able to play and romp with the children; to be able to keep the house beautifully and have everything just as Torvald likes it! And, think of it, soon the spring will come and the big blue sky! Perhaps we shall be able to take a little trip—perhaps I shall see the sea again! Oh, it’s a wonderful thing to be alive and be happy. A bell is heard in the hall.
Mrs. Linde	Rising. There is the bell; perhaps I had better go.
Nora	No, don’t go; no one will come in here; it is sure to be for Torvald.
Servant	At the hall door. Excuse me, ma’am—there is a gentleman to see the master, and as the doctor is with him—
Nora	Who is it?
Krogstad	At the door. It is I, Mrs. Helmer. Mrs. Linde starts, trembles, and turns to the window.
Nora	Takes a step towards him, and speaks in a strained, low voice. You? What is it? What do you want to see my husband about?
Krogstad	Bank business—in a way. I have a small post in the Bank, and I hear your husband is to be our chief now—
Nora	Then it is—
Krogstad	Nothing but dry business matters, Mrs. Helmer; absolutely nothing else.
Nora	Be so good as to go into the study, then. She bows indifferently to him and shuts the door into the hall; then comes back and makes up the fire in the stove.
Mrs. Linde	Nora—who was that man?
Nora	A lawyer, of the name of Krogstad.
Mrs. Linde	Then it really was he.
Nora	Do you know the man?
Mrs. Linde	I used to—many years ago. At one time he was a solicitor’s clerk in our town.
Nora	Yes, he was.
Mrs. Linde	He is greatly altered.
Nora	He made a very unhappy marriage.
Mrs. Linde	He is a widower now, isn’t he?
Nora	With several children. There now, it is burning up. Shuts the door of the stove and moves the rocking chair aside.
Mrs. Linde	They say he carries on various kinds of business.
Nora	Really! Perhaps he does; I don’t know anything about it. But don’t let us think of business; it is so tiresome.
Doctor Rank	Comes out of Helmer’s* study. Before he shuts the door he calls to him.* No, my dear fellow, I won’t disturb you; I would rather go in to your wife for a little while. Shuts the door and sees Mrs. Linde. I beg your pardon; I am afraid I am disturbing you too.
Nora	No, not at all. Introducing him. Doctor Rank, Mrs. Linde.
Rank	I have often heard Mrs. Linde’s name mentioned here. I think I passed you on the stairs when I arrived, Mrs. Linde?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, I go up very slowly; I can’t manage stairs well.
Rank	Ah! some slight internal weakness?
Mrs. Linde	No, the fact is I have been overworking myself.
Rank	Nothing more than that? Then I suppose you have come to town to amuse yourself with our entertainments?
Mrs. Linde	I have come to look for work.
Rank	Is that a good cure for overwork?
Mrs. Linde	One must live, Doctor Rank.
Rank	Yes, the general opinion seems to be that it is necessary.
Nora	Look here, Doctor Rank—you know you want to live.
Rank	Certainly. However wretched I may feel, I want to prolong the agony as long as possible. All my patients are like that. And so are those who are morally diseased; one of them, and a bad case too, is at this very moment with Helmer—
Mrs. Linde	Sadly. Ah!
Nora	Whom do you mean?
Rank	A lawyer of the name of Krogstad, a fellow you don’t know at all. He suffers from a diseased moral character, Mrs. Helmer; but even he began talking of its being highly important that he should live.
Nora	Did he? What did he want to speak to Torvald about?
Rank	I have no idea; I only heard that it was something about the Bank.
Nora	I didn’t know this—what’s his name—Krogstad had anything to do with the Bank.
Rank	Yes, he has some sort of appointment there. To Mrs. Linde. I don’t know whether you find also in your part of the world that there are certain people who go zealously snuffing about to smell out moral corruption, and, as soon as they have found some, put the person concerned into some lucrative position where they can keep their eye on him. Healthy natures are left out in the cold.
Mrs. Linde	Still I think the sick are those who most need taking care of.
Rank	Shrugging his shoulders. Yes, there you are. That is the sentiment that is turning Society into a sick house.
	Nora, who has been absorbed in her thoughts, breaks out into smothered laughter and claps her hands.
Rank	Why do you laugh at that? Have you any notion what Society really is?
Nora	What do I care about tiresome Society? I am laughing at something quite different, something extremely amusing. Tell me, Doctor Rank, are all the people who are employed in the Bank dependent on Torvald now?
Rank	Is that what you find so extremely amusing?
Nora	Smiling and humming. That’s my affair! Walking about the room. It’s perfectly glorious to think that we have—that Torvald has so much power over so many people. Takes the packet from her pocket. Doctor Rank, what do you say to a macaroon?
Rank	What, macaroons? I thought they were forbidden here.
Nora	Yes, but these are some Christine gave me.
Mrs. Linde	What! I?—
Nora	Oh, well, don’t be alarmed! You couldn’t know that Torvald had forbidden them. I must tell you that he is afraid they will spoil my teeth. But, bah!—once in a way—That’s so, isn’t it, Doctor Rank? By your leave! Puts a macaroon into his mouth. You must have one too, Christine. And I shall have one, just a little one—or at most two. Walking about. I am tremendously happy. There is just one thing in the world now that I should dearly love to do.
Rank	Well, what is that?
Nora	It’s something I should dearly love to say, if Torvald could hear me.
Rank	Well, why can’t you say it?
Nora	No, I daren’t; it’s so shocking.
Mrs. Linde	Shocking?
Rank	Well, I should not advise you to say it. Still, with us you might. What is it you would so much like to say if Torvald could hear you?
Nora	I should just love to say—Well, I’m damned!
Rank	Are you mad?
Mrs. Linde	Nora, dear—!
Rank	Say it, here he is!
Nora	Hiding the packet. Hush! Hush! Hush! Helmer comes out of his room, with his coat over his arm and his hat in his hand.
Nora	Well, Torvald dear, have you got rid of him?
Helmer	Yes, he has just gone.
Nora	Let me introduce you—this is Christine, who has come to town.
Helmer	Christine—? Excuse me, but I don’t know—
Nora	Mrs. Linde, dear; Christine Linde.
Helmer	Of course. A school friend of my wife’s, I presume?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, we have known each other since then.
Nora	And just think, she has taken a long journey in order to see you.
Helmer	What do you mean?
Mrs. Linde	No, really, I—
Nora	Christine is tremendously clever at bookkeeping, and she is frightfully anxious to work under some clever man, so as to perfect herself—
Helmer	Very sensible, Mrs. Linde.
Nora	And when she heard you had been appointed manager of the Bank—the news was telegraphed, you know—she travelled here as quick as she could. Torvald, I am sure you will be able to do something for Christine, for my sake, won’t you?
Helmer	Well, it is not altogether impossible. I presume you are a widow, Mrs. Linde?
Mrs. Linde	Yes.
Helmer	And have had some experience of bookkeeping?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, a fair amount.
Helmer	Ah! well, it’s very likely I may be able to find something for you—
Nora	Clapping her hands. What did I tell you? What did I tell you?
Helmer	You have just come at a fortunate moment, Mrs. Linde.
Mrs. Linde	How am I to thank you?
Helmer	There is no need. Puts on his coat. But today you must excuse me—
Rank	Wait a minute; I will come with you. Brings his fur coat from the hall and warms it at the fire.
Nora	Don’t be long away, Torvald dear.
Helmer	About an hour, not more.
Nora	Are you going too, Christine?
Mrs. Linde	Putting on her cloak. Yes, I must go and look for a room.
Helmer	Oh, well then, we can walk down the street together.
Nora	Helping her. What a pity it is we are so short of space here; I am afraid it is impossible for us—
Mrs. Linde	Please don’t think of it! Goodbye, Nora dear, and many thanks.
Nora	Goodbye for the present. Of course you will come back this evening. And you too, Dr. Rank. What do you say? If you are well enough? Oh, you must be! Wrap yourself up well. They go to the door all talking together. Children’s voices are heard on the staircase.
Nora	There they are! There they are! She runs to open the door. The Nurse* comes in with the children.* Come in! Come in! Stoops and kisses them. Oh, you sweet blessings! Look at them, Christine! Aren’t they darlings?
Rank	Don’t let us stand here in the draught.
Helmer	Come along, Mrs. Linde; the place will only be bearable for a mother now!
	Rank, Helmer, and Mrs. Linde go downstairs. The Nurse comes forward with the children; Nora shuts the hall door.
Nora	How fresh and well you look! Such red cheeks like apples and roses. The children* all talk at once while she speaks to them.* Have you had great fun? That’s splendid! What, you pulled both Emmy and Bob along on the sledge?—both at once?—that was good. You are a clever boy, Ivar. Let me take her for a little, Anne. My sweet little baby doll! Takes the baby* from the Maid and dances it up and down.* Yes, yes, Mother will dance with Bob too. What! Have you been snowballing? I wish I had been there too! No, no, I will take their things off, Anne; please let me do it, it is such fun. Go in now, you look half frozen. There is some hot coffee for you on the stove.
	The Nurse* goes into the room on the left. Nora takes off the children’s things and throws them about, while they all talk to her at once.*
Nora	Really! Did a big dog run after you? But it didn’t bite you? No, dogs don’t bite nice little dolly children. You mustn’t look at the parcels, Ivar. What are they? Ah, I daresay you would like to know. No, no—it’s something nasty! Come, let us have a game! What shall we play at? Hide and Seek? Yes, we’ll play Hide and Seek. Bob shall hide first. Must I hide? Very well, I’ll hide first. She and the children laugh and shout, and romp in and out of the room; at last Nora hides under the table, the children rush in and out for her, but do not see her; they hear her smothered laughter, run to the table, lift up the cloth and find her. Shouts of laughter. She crawls forward and pretends to frighten them. Fresh laughter. Meanwhile there has been a knock at the hall door, but none of them has noticed it. The door is half opened, and Krogstad appears, he waits a little; the game goes on.
Krogstad	Excuse me, Mrs. Helmer.
Nora	With a stifled cry, turns round and gets up on to her knees. Ah! what do you want?
Krogstad	Excuse me, the outer door was ajar; I suppose someone forgot to shut it.
Nora	Rising. My husband is out, Mr. Krogstad.
Krogstad	I know that.
Nora	What do you want here, then?
Krogstad	A word with you.
Nora	With me?—To the children, gently. Go in to nurse. What? No, the strange man won’t do Mother any harm. When he has gone we will have another game. She takes the children into the room on the left, and shuts the door after them. You want to speak to me?
Krogstad	Yes, I do.
Nora	Today? It is not the first of the month yet.
Krogstad	No, it is Christmas Eve, and it will depend on yourself what sort of a Christmas you will spend.
Nora	What do you mean? Today it is absolutely impossible for me—
Krogstad	We won’t talk about that until later on. This is something different. I presume you can give me a moment?
Nora	Yes—yes, I can—although—
Krogstad	Good. I was in Olsen’s Restaurant and saw your husband going down the street—
Nora	Yes?
Krogstad	With a lady.
Nora	What then?
Krogstad	May I make so bold as to ask if it was a Mrs. Linde?
Nora	It was.
Krogstad	Just arrived in town?
Nora	Yes, today.
Krogstad	She is a great friend of yours, isn’t she?
Nora	She is. But I don’t see—
Krogstad	I knew her too, once upon a time.
Nora	I am aware of that.
Krogstad	Are you? So you know all about it; I thought as much. Then I can ask you, without beating about the bush—is Mrs. Linde to have an appointment in the Bank?
Nora	What right have you to question me, Mr. Krogstad?—You, one of my husband’s subordinates! But since you ask, you shall know. Yes, Mrs. Linde is to have an appointment. And it was I who pleaded her cause, Mr. Krogstad, let me tell you that.
Krogstad	I was right in what I thought, then.
Nora	Walking up and down the stage. Sometimes one has a tiny little bit of influence, I should hope. Because one is a woman, it does not necessarily follow that—. When anyone is in a subordinate position, Mr. Krogstad, they should really be careful to avoid offending anyone who—who—
Krogstad	Who has influence?
Nora	Exactly.
Krogstad	Changing his tone. Mrs. Helmer, you will be so good as to use your influence on my behalf.
Nora	What? What do you mean?
Krogstad	You will be so kind as to see that I am allowed to keep my subordinate position in the Bank.
Nora	What do you mean by that? Who proposes to take your post away from you?
Krogstad	Oh, there is no necessity to keep up the pretence of ignorance. I can quite understand that your friend is not very anxious to expose herself to the chance of rubbing shoulders with me; and I quite understand, too, whom I have to thank for being turned off.
Nora	But I assure you—
Krogstad	Very likely; but, to come to the point, the time has come when I should advise you to use your influence to prevent that.
Nora	But, Mr. Krogstad, I have no influence.
Krogstad	Haven’t you? I thought you said yourself just now—
Nora	Naturally I did not mean you to put that construction on it. I! What should make you think I have any influence of that kind with my husband?
Krogstad	Oh, I have known your husband from our student days. I don’t suppose he is any more unassailable than other husbands.
Nora	If you speak slightingly of my husband, I shall turn you out of the house.
Krogstad	You are bold, Mrs. Helmer.
Nora	I am not afraid of you any longer. As soon as the New Year comes, I shall in a very short time be free of the whole thing.
Krogstad	Controlling himself. Listen to me, Mrs. Helmer. If necessary, I am prepared to fight for my small post in the Bank as if I were fighting for my life.
Nora	So it seems.
Krogstad	It is not only for the sake of the money; indeed, that weighs least with me in the matter. There is another reason—well, I may as well tell you. My position is this. I daresay you know, like everybody else, that once, many years ago, I was guilty of an indiscretion.
Nora	I think I have heard something of the kind.
Krogstad	The matter never came into court; but every way seemed to be closed to me after that. So I took to the business that you know of. I had to do something; and, honestly, I don’t think I’ve been one of the worst. But now I must cut myself free from all that. My sons are growing up; for their sake I must try and win back as much respect as I can in the town. This post in the Bank was like the first step up for me—and now your husband is going to kick me downstairs again into the mud.
Nora	But you must believe me, Mr. Krogstad; it is not in my power to help you at all.
Krogstad	Then it is because you haven’t the will; but I have means to compel you.
Nora	You don’t mean that you will tell my husband that I owe you money?
Krogstad	Hm!—suppose I were to tell him?
Nora	It would be perfectly infamous of you. Sobbing. To think of his learning my secret, which has been my joy and pride, in such an ugly, clumsy way—that he should learn it from you! And it would put me in a horribly disagreeable position—
Krogstad	Only disagreeable?
Nora	Impetuously. Well, do it, then!—and it will be the worse for you. My husband will see for himself what a blackguard you are, and you certainly won’t keep your post then.
Krogstad	I asked you if it was only a disagreeable scene at home that you were afraid of?
Nora	If my husband does get to know of it, of course he will at once pay you what is still owing, and we shall have nothing more to do with you.
Krogstad	Coming a step nearer. Listen to me, Mrs. Helmer. Either you have a very bad memory or you know very little of business. I shall be obliged to remind you of a few details.
Nora	What do you mean?
Krogstad	When your husband was ill, you came to me to borrow two hundred and fifty pounds.
Nora	I didn’t know anyone else to go to.
Krogstad	I promised to get you that amount—
Nora	Yes, and you did so.
Krogstad	I promised to get you that amount, on certain conditions. Your mind was so taken up with your husband’s illness, and you were so anxious to get the money for your journey, that you seem to have paid no attention to the conditions of our bargain. Therefore it will not be amiss if I remind you of them. Now, I promised to get the money on the security of a bond which I drew up.
Nora	Yes, and which I signed.
Krogstad	Good. But below your signature there were a few lines constituting your father a surety for the money; those lines your father should have signed.
Nora	Should? He did sign them.
Krogstad	I had left the date blank; that is to say, your father should himself have inserted the date on which he signed the paper. Do you remember that?
Nora	Yes, I think I remember—
Krogstad	Then I gave you the bond to send by post to your father. Is that not so?
Nora	Yes.
Krogstad	And you naturally did so at once, because five or six days afterwards you brought me the bond with your father’s signature. And then I gave you the money.
Nora	Well, haven’t I been paying it off regularly?
Krogstad	Fairly so, yes. But—to come back to the matter in hand—that must have been a very trying time for you, Mrs. Helmer?
Nora	It was, indeed.
Krogstad	Your father was very ill, wasn’t he?
Nora	He was very near his end.
Krogstad	And died soon afterwards?
Nora	Yes.
Krogstad	Tell me, Mrs. Helmer, can you by any chance remember what day your father died?—on what day of the month, I mean.
Nora	Papa died on the 29th of September.
Krogstad	That is correct; I have ascertained it for myself. And, as that is so, there is a discrepancy taking a paper from his pocket which I cannot account for.
Nora	What discrepancy? I don’t know—
Krogstad	The discrepancy consists, Mrs. Helmer, in the fact that your father signed this bond three days after his death.
Nora	What do you mean? I don’t understand—
Krogstad	Your father died on the 29th of September. But, look here; your father has dated his signature the 2nd of October. It is a discrepancy, isn’t it? Nora is silent. Can you explain it to me? Nora is still silent. It is a remarkable thing, too, that the words “2nd of October,” as well as the year, are not written in your father’s handwriting but in one that I think I know. Well, of course it can be explained; your father may have forgotten to date his signature, and someone else may have dated it haphazard before they knew of his death. There is no harm in that. It all depends on the signature of the name; and that is genuine, I suppose, Mrs. Helmer? It was your father himself who signed his name here?
Nora	After a short pause, throws her head up and looks defiantly at him. No, it was not. It was I that wrote Papa’s name.
Krogstad	Are you aware that is a dangerous confession?
Nora	In what way? You shall have your money soon.
Krogstad	Let me ask you a question; why did you not send the paper to your father?
Nora	It was impossible; Papa was so ill. If I had asked him for his signature, I should have had to tell him what the money was to be used for; and when he was so ill himself I couldn’t tell him that my husband’s life was in danger—it was impossible.
Krogstad	It would have been better for you if you had given up your trip abroad.
Nora	No, that was impossible. That trip was to save my husband’s life; I couldn’t give that up.
Krogstad	But did it never occur to you that you were committing a fraud on me?
Nora	I couldn’t take that into account; I didn’t trouble myself about you at all. I couldn’t bear you, because you put so many heartless difficulties in my way, although you knew what a dangerous condition my husband was in.
Krogstad	Mrs. Helmer, you evidently do not realise clearly what it is that you have been guilty of. But I can assure you that my one false step, which lost me all my reputation, was nothing more or nothing worse than what you have done.
Nora	You? Do you ask me to believe that you were brave enough to run a risk to save your wife’s life?
Krogstad	The law cares nothing about motives.
Nora	Then it must be a very foolish law.
Krogstad	Foolish or not, it is the law by which you will be judged, if I produce this paper in court.
Nora	I don’t believe it. Is a daughter not to be allowed to spare her dying father anxiety and care? Is a wife not to be allowed to save her husband’s life? I don’t know much about law; but I am certain that there must be laws permitting such things as that. Have you no knowledge of such laws—you who are a lawyer? You must be a very poor lawyer, Mr. Krogstad.
Krogstad	Maybe. But matters of business—such business as you and I have had together—do you think I don’t understand that? Very well. Do as you please. But let me tell you this—if I lose my position a second time, you shall lose yours with me. He bows, and goes out through the hall.
Nora	Appears buried in thought for a short time, then tosses her head. Nonsense! Trying to frighten me like that!—I am not so silly as he thinks. Begins to busy herself putting the children’s things in order. And yet—? No, it’s impossible! I did it for love’s sake.
The Children	In the doorway on the left. Mother, the stranger man has gone out through the gate.
Nora	Yes, dears, I know. But, don’t tell anyone about the stranger man. Do you hear? Not even Papa.
Children	No, Mother; but will you come and play again?
Nora	No, no—not now.
Children	But, Mother, you promised us.
Nora	Yes, but I can’t now. Run away in; I have such a lot to do. Run away in, my sweet little darlings. She gets them into the room by degrees and shuts the door on them; then sits down on the sofa, takes up a piece of needlework and sews a few stitches, but soon stops. No! Throws down the work, gets up, goes to the hall door and calls out. Helen! bring the tree in. Goes to the table on the left, opens a drawer, and stops again. No, no! it is quite impossible!
Maid	Coming in with the tree. Where shall I put it, ma’am?
Nora	Here, in the middle of the floor.
Maid	Shall I get you anything else?
Nora	No, thank you. I have all I want. Exit Maid.
Nora	Begins dressing the tree. A candle here—and flowers here—The horrible man! It’s all nonsense—there’s nothing wrong. The tree shall be splendid! I will do everything I can think of to please you, Torvald!—I will sing for you, dance for you—Helmer comes in with some papers under his arm. Oh! are you back already?
Helmer	Yes. Has anyone been here?
Nora	Here? No.
Helmer	That is strange. I saw Krogstad going out of the gate.
Nora	Did you? Oh yes, I forgot, Krogstad was here for a moment.
Helmer	Nora, I can see from your manner that he has been here begging you to say a good word for him.
Nora	Yes.
Helmer	And you were to appear to do it of your own accord; you were to conceal from me the fact of his having been here; didn’t he beg that of you too?
Nora	Yes, Torvald, but—
Helmer	Nora, Nora, and you would be a party to that sort of thing? To have any talk with a man like that, and give him any sort of promise? And to tell me a lie into the bargain?
Nora	A lie—?
Helmer	Didn’t you tell me no one had been here? Shakes his finger at her. My little songbird must never do that again. A songbird must have a clean beak to chirp with—no false notes! Puts his arm round her waist. That is so, isn’t it? Yes, I am sure it is. Lets her go. We will say no more about it. Sits down by the stove. How warm and snug it is here! Turns over his papers.
Nora	After a short pause, during which she busies herself with the Christmas tree. Torvald!
Helmer	Yes.
Nora	I am looking forward tremendously to the fancy-dress ball at the Stenborgs’ the day after tomorrow.
Helmer	And I am tremendously curious to see what you are going to surprise me with.
Nora	It was very silly of me to want to do that.
Helmer	What do you mean?
Nora	I can’t hit upon anything that will do; everything I think of seems so silly and insignificant.
Helmer	Does my little Nora acknowledge that at last?
Nora	Standing behind his chair with her arms on the back of it. Are you very busy, Torvald?
Helmer	Well—
Nora	What are all those papers?
Helmer	Bank business.
Nora	Already?
Helmer	I have got authority from the retiring manager to undertake the necessary changes in the staff and in the rearrangement of the work; and I must make use of the Christmas week for that, so as to have everything in order for the new year.
Nora	Then that was why this poor Krogstad—
Helmer	Hm!
Nora	Leans against the back of his chair and strokes his hair. If you hadn’t been so busy I should have asked you a tremendously big favour, Torvald.
Helmer	What is that? Tell me.
Nora	There is no one has such good taste as you. And I do so want to look nice at the fancy-dress ball. Torvald, couldn’t you take me in hand and decide what I shall go as, and what sort of a dress I shall wear?
Helmer	Aha! so my obstinate little woman is obliged to get someone to come to her rescue?
Nora	Yes, Torvald, I can’t get along a bit without your help.
Helmer	Very well, I will think it over, we shall manage to hit upon something.
Nora	That is nice of you. Goes to the Christmas tree. A short pause. How pretty the red flowers look—. But, tell me, was it really something very bad that this Krogstad was guilty of?
Helmer	He forged someone’s name. Have you any idea what that means?
Nora	Isn’t it possible that he was driven to do it by necessity?
Helmer	Yes; or, as in so many cases, by imprudence. I am not so heartless as to condemn a man altogether because of a single false step of that kind.
Nora	No, you wouldn’t, would you, Torvald?
Helmer	Many a man has been able to retrieve his character, if he has openly confessed his fault and taken his punishment.
Nora	Punishment—?
Helmer	But Krogstad did nothing of that sort; he got himself out of it by a cunning trick, and that is why he has gone under altogether.
Nora	But do you think it would—?
Helmer	Just think how a guilty man like that has to lie and play the hypocrite with everyone, how he has to wear a mask in the presence of those near and dear to him, even before his own wife and children. And about the children—that is the most terrible part of it all, Nora.
Nora	How?
Helmer	Because such an atmosphere of lies infects and poisons the whole life of a home. Each breath the children take in such a house is full of the germs of evil.
Nora	Coming nearer him. Are you sure of that?
Helmer	My dear, I have often seen it in the course of my life as a lawyer. Almost everyone who has gone to the bad early in life has had a deceitful mother.
Nora	Why do you only say—mother?
Helmer	It seems most commonly to be the mother’s influence, though naturally a bad father’s would have the same result. Every lawyer is familiar with the fact. This Krogstad, now, has been persistently poisoning his own children with lies and dissimulation; that is why I say he has lost all moral character. Holds out his hands to her. That is why my sweet little Nora must promise me not to plead his cause. Give me your hand on it. Come, come, what is this? Give me your hand. There now, that’s settled. I assure you it would be quite impossible for me to work with him; I literally feel physically ill when I am in the company of such people.
Nora	Takes her hand out of his and goes to the opposite side of the Christmas tree. How hot it is in here; and I have such a lot to do.
Helmer	Getting up and putting his papers in order. Yes, and I must try and read through some of these before dinner; and I must think about your costume, too. And it is just possible I may have something ready in gold paper to hang up on the tree. Puts his hand on her head. My precious little singing-bird! He goes into his room and shuts the door after him.
Nora	After a pause, whispers. No, no—it isn’t true. It’s impossible; it must be impossible.
	The Nurse* opens the door on the left.*
Nurse	The little ones are begging so hard to be allowed to come in to mamma.
Nora	No, no, no! Don’t let them come in to me! You stay with them, Anne.
Nurse	Very well, ma’am. Shuts the door.
Nora	Pale with terror. Deprave my little children? Poison my home? A short pause. Then she tosses her head. It’s not true. It can’t possibly be true.

Act II

The Christmas tree is in the corner by the piano, stripped of its ornaments and with burnt-down candle-ends on its dishevelled branches. Nora’s cloak and hat are lying on the sofa.

	Nora is alone in the room, walking about uneasily. She stops by the sofa and takes up her cloak.
Nora	Drops her cloak. Someone is coming now! Goes to the door and listens. No—it is no one. Of course, no one will come today, Christmas Day—nor tomorrow either. But, perhaps—Opens the door and looks out. No, nothing in the letterbox; it is quite empty. Comes forward. What rubbish! of course he can’t be in earnest about it. Such a thing couldn’t happen; it is impossible—I have three little children.
	Enter the Nurse* from the room on the left, carrying a big cardboard box.*
Nurse	At last I have found the box with the fancy dress.
Nora	Thanks; put it on the table.
Nurse	Doing so. But it is very much in want of mending.
Nora	I should like to tear it into a hundred thousand pieces.
Nurse	What an idea! It can easily be put in order—just a little patience.
Nora	Yes, I will go and get Mrs. Linde to come and help me with it.
Nurse	What, out again? In this horrible weather? You will catch cold, ma’am, and make yourself ill.
Nora	Well, worse than that might happen. How are the children?
Nurse	The poor little souls are playing with their Christmas presents, but—
Nora	Do they ask much for me?
Nurse	You see, they are so accustomed to have their mamma with them.
Nora	Yes, but, nurse, I shall not be able to be so much with them now as I was before.
Nurse	Oh well, young children easily get accustomed to anything.
Nora	Do you think so? Do you think they would forget their mother if she went away altogether?
Nurse	Good heavens!—went away altogether?
Nora	Nurse, I want you to tell me something I have often wondered about—how could you have the heart to put your own child out among strangers?
Nurse	I was obliged to, if I wanted to be little Nora’s nurse.
Nora	Yes, but how could you be willing to do it?
Nurse	What, when I was going to get such a good place by it? A poor girl who has got into trouble should be glad to. Besides, that wicked man didn’t do a single thing for me.
Nora	But I suppose your daughter has quite forgotten you.
Nurse	No, indeed she hasn’t. She wrote to me when she was confirmed, and when she was married.
Nora	Putting her arms round her neck. Dear old Anne, you were a good mother to me when I was little.
Nurse	Little Nora, poor dear, had no other mother but me.
Nora	And if my little ones had no other mother, I am sure you would—What nonsense I am talking! Opens the box. Go in to them. Now I must—. You will see tomorrow how charming I shall look.
Nurse	I am sure there will be no one at the ball so charming as you, ma’am. Goes into the room on the left.
Nora	Begins to unpack the box, but soon pushes it away from her. If only I dared go out. If only no one would come. If only I could be sure nothing would happen here in the meantime. Stuff and nonsense! No one will come. Only I mustn’t think about it. I will brush my muff. What lovely, lovely gloves! Out of my thoughts, out of my thoughts! One, two, three, four, five, six—Screams. Ah! there is someone coming—. Makes a movement towards the door, but stands irresolute.
	Enter Mrs. Linde* from the hall, where she has taken off her cloak and hat.*
Nora	Oh, it’s you, Christine. There is no one else out there, is there? How good of you to come!
Mrs. Linde	I heard you were up asking for me.
Nora	Yes, I was passing by. As a matter of fact, it is something you could help me with. Let us sit down here on the sofa. Look here. Tomorrow evening there is to be a fancy-dress ball at the Stenborgs’, who live above us; and Torvald wants me to go as a Neapolitan fisher-girl, and dance the Tarantella that I learned at Capri.
Mrs. Linde	I see; you are going to keep up the character.
Nora	Yes, Torvald wants me to. Look, here is the dress; Torvald had it made for me there, but now it is all so torn, and I haven’t any idea—
Mrs. Linde	We will easily put that right. It is only some of the trimming come unsewn here and there. Needle and thread? Now then, that’s all we want.
Nora	It is nice of you.
Mrs. Linde	Sewing. So you are going to be dressed up tomorrow Nora. I will tell you what—I shall come in for a moment and see you in your fine feathers. But I have completely forgotten to thank you for a delightful evening yesterday.
Nora	Gets up, and crosses the stage. Well, I don’t think yesterday was as pleasant as usual. You ought to have come to town a little earlier, Christine. Certainly Torvald does understand how to make a house dainty and attractive.
Mrs. Linde	And so do you, it seems to me; you are not your father’s daughter for nothing. But tell me, is Doctor Rank always as depressed as he was yesterday?
Nora	No; yesterday it was very noticeable. I must tell you that he suffers from a very dangerous disease. He has consumption of the spine, poor creature. His father was a horrible man who committed all sorts of excesses; and that is why his son was sickly from childhood, do you understand?
Mrs. Linde	Dropping her sewing. But, my dearest Nora, how do you know anything about such things?
Nora	Walking about. Pooh! When you have three children, you get visits now and then from—from married women, who know something of medical matters, and they talk about one thing and another.
Mrs. Linde	Goes on sewing. A short silence. Does Doctor Rank come here everyday?
Nora	Everyday regularly. He is Torvald’s most intimate friend, and a great friend of mine too. He is just like one of the family.
Mrs. Linde	But tell me this—is he perfectly sincere? I mean, isn’t he the kind of man that is very anxious to make himself agreeable?
Nora	Not in the least. What makes you think that?
Mrs. Linde	When you introduced him to me yesterday, he declared he had often heard my name mentioned in this house; but afterwards I noticed that your husband hadn’t the slightest idea who I was. So how could Doctor Rank—?
Nora	That is quite right, Christine. Torvald is so absurdly fond of me that he wants me absolutely to himself, as he says. At first he used to seem almost jealous if I mentioned any of the dear folk at home, so naturally I gave up doing so. But I often talk about such things with Doctor Rank, because he likes hearing about them.
Mrs. Linde	Listen to me, Nora. You are still very like a child in many things, and I am older than you in many ways and have a little more experience. Let me tell you this—you ought to make an end of it with Doctor Rank.
Nora	What ought I to make an end of?
Mrs. Linde	Of two things, I think. Yesterday you talked some nonsense about a rich admirer who was to leave you money—
Nora	An admirer who doesn’t exist, unfortunately! But what then?
Mrs. Linde	Is Doctor Rank a man of means?
Nora	Yes, he is.
Mrs. Linde	And has no one to provide for?
Nora	No, no one; but—
Mrs. Linde	And comes here everyday?
Nora	Yes, I told you so.
Mrs. Linde	But how can this well-bred man be so tactless?
Nora	I don’t understand you at all.
Mrs. Linde	Don’t prevaricate, Nora. Do you suppose I don’t guess who lent you the two hundred and fifty pounds?
Nora	Are you out of your senses? How can you think of such a thing! A friend of ours, who comes here everyday! Do you realise what a horribly painful position that would be?
Mrs. Linde	Then it really isn’t he?
Nora	No, certainly not. It would never have entered into my head for a moment. Besides, he had no money to lend then; he came into his money afterwards.
Mrs. Linde	Well, I think that was lucky for you, my dear Nora.
Nora	No, it would never have come into my head to ask Doctor Rank. Although I am quite sure that if I had asked him—
Mrs. Linde	But of course you won’t.
Nora	Of course not. I have no reason to think it could possibly be necessary. But I am quite sure that if I told Doctor Rank—
Mrs. Linde	Behind your husband’s back?
Nora	I must make an end of it with the other one, and that will be behind his back too. I must make an end of it with him.
Mrs. Linde	Yes, that is what I told you yesterday, but—
Nora	Walking up and down. A man can put a thing like that straight much easier than a woman—
Mrs. Linde	One’s husband, yes.
Nora	Nonsense! Standing still. When you pay off a debt you get your bond back, don’t you?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, as a matter of course.
Nora	And can tear it into a hundred thousand pieces, and burn it up—the nasty dirty paper!
Mrs. Linde	Looks hard at her, lays down her sewing and gets up slowly. Nora, you are concealing something from me.
Nora	Do I look as if I were?
Mrs. Linde	Something has happened to you since yesterday morning. Nora, what is it?
Nora	Going nearer to her. Christine! Listens. Hush! there’s Torvald come home. Do you mind going in to the children for the present? Torvald can’t bear to see dressmaking going on. Let Anne help you.
Mrs. Linde	Gathering some of the things together. Certainly—but I am not going away from here until we have had it out with one another. She goes into the room on the left, as Helmer* comes in from the hall.*
Nora	Going up to Helmer. I have wanted you so much, Torvald dear.
Helmer	Was that the dressmaker?
Nora	No, it was Christine; she is helping me to put my dress in order. You will see I shall look quite smart.
Helmer	Wasn’t that a happy thought of mine, now?
Nora	Splendid! But don’t you think it is nice of me, too, to do as you wish?
Helmer	Nice?—because you do as your husband wishes? Well, well, you little rogue, I am sure you did not mean it in that way. But I am not going to disturb you; you will want to be trying on your dress, I expect.
Nora	I suppose you are going to work.
Helmer	Yes. Shows her a bundle of papers. Look at that. I have just been into the bank. Turns to go into his room.
Nora	Torvald.
Helmer	Yes.
Nora	If your little squirrel were to ask you for something very, very prettily—?
Helmer	What then?
Nora	Would you do it?
Helmer	I should like to hear what it is, first.
Nora	Your squirrel would run about and do all her tricks if you would be nice, and do what she wants.
Helmer	Speak plainly.
Nora	Your skylark would chirp about in every room, with her song rising and falling—
Helmer	Well, my skylark does that anyhow.
Nora	I would play the fairy and dance for you in the moonlight, Torvald.
Helmer	Nora—you surely don’t mean that request you made to me this morning?
Nora	Going near him. Yes, Torvald, I beg you so earnestly—
Helmer	Have you really the courage to open up that question again?
Nora	Yes, dear, you must do as I ask; you must let Krogstad keep his post in the bank.
Helmer	My dear Nora, it is his post that I have arranged Mrs. Linde shall have.
Nora	Yes, you have been awfully kind about that; but you could just as well dismiss some other clerk instead of Krogstad.
Helmer	This is simply incredible obstinacy! Because you chose to give him a thoughtless promise that you would speak for him, I am expected to—
Nora	That isn’t the reason, Torvald. It is for your own sake. This fellow writes in the most scurrilous newspapers; you have told me so yourself. He can do you an unspeakable amount of harm. I am frightened to death of him—
Helmer	Ah, I understand; it is recollections of the past that scare you.
Nora	What do you mean?
Helmer	Naturally you are thinking of your father.
Nora	Yes—yes, of course. Just recall to your mind what these malicious creatures wrote in the papers about Papa, and how horribly they slandered him. I believe they would have procured his dismissal if the Department had not sent you over to inquire into it, and if you had not been so kindly disposed and helpful to him.
Helmer	My little Nora, there is an important difference between your father and me. Your father’s reputation as a public official was not above suspicion. Mine is, and I hope it will continue to be so, as long as I hold my office.
Nora	You never can tell what mischief these men may contrive. We ought to be so well off, so snug and happy here in our peaceful home, and have no cares—you and I and the children, Torvald! That is why I beg you so earnestly—
Helmer	And it is just by interceding for him that you make it impossible for me to keep him. It is already known at the Bank that I mean to dismiss Krogstad. Is it to get about now that the new manager has changed his mind at his wife’s bidding—
Nora	And what if it did?
Helmer	Of course!—if only this obstinate little person can get her way! Do you suppose I am going to make myself ridiculous before my whole staff, to let people think that I am a man to be swayed by all sorts of outside influence? I should very soon feel the consequences of it, I can tell you! And besides, there is one thing that makes it quite impossible for me to have Krogstad in the Bank as long as I am manager.
Nora	Whatever is that?
Helmer	His moral failings I might perhaps have overlooked, if necessary—
Nora	Yes, you could—couldn’t you?
Helmer	And I hear he is a good worker, too. But I knew him when we were boys. It was one of those rash friendships that so often prove an incubus in afterlife. I may as well tell you plainly, we were once on very intimate terms with one another. But this tactless fellow lays no restraint on himself when other people are present. On the contrary, he thinks it gives him the right to adopt a familiar tone with me, and every minute it is “I say, Helmer, old fellow!” and that sort of thing. I assure you it is extremely painful for me. He would make my position in the Bank intolerable.
Nora	Torvald, I don’t believe you mean that.
Helmer	Don’t you? Why not?
Nora	Because it is such a narrow-minded way of looking at things.
Helmer	What are you saying? Narrow-minded? Do you think I am narrow-minded?
Nora	No, just the opposite, dear—and it is exactly for that reason.
Helmer	It’s the same thing. You say my point of view is narrow-minded, so I must be so too. Narrow-minded! Very well—I must put an end to this. Goes to the hall door and calls. Helen!
Nora	What are you going to do?
Helmer	Looking among his papers. Settle it. Enter Maid. Look here; take this letter and go downstairs with it at once. Find a messenger and tell him to deliver it, and be quick. The address is on it, and here is the money.
Maid	Very well, sir. Exit with the letter.
Helmer	Putting his papers together. Now then, little Miss Obstinate.
Nora	Breathlessly. Torvald—what was that letter?
Helmer	Krogstad’s dismissal.
Nora	Call her back, Torvald! There is still time. Oh Torvald, call her back! Do it for my sake—for your own sake—for the children’s sake! Do you hear me, Torvald? Call her back! You don’t know what that letter can bring upon us.
Helmer	It’s too late.
Nora	Yes, it’s too late.
Helmer	My dear Nora, I can forgive the anxiety you are in, although really it is an insult to me. It is, indeed. Isn’t it an insult to think that I should be afraid of a starving quill-driver’s vengeance? But I forgive you nevertheless, because it is such eloquent witness to your great love for me. Takes her in his arms. And that is as it should be, my own darling Nora. Come what will, you may be sure I shall have both courage and strength if they be needed. You will see I am man enough to take everything upon myself.
Nora	In a horror-stricken voice. What do you mean by that?
Helmer	Everything, I say—
Nora	Recovering herself. You will never have to do that.
Helmer	That’s right. Well, we will share it, Nora, as man and wife should. That is how it shall be. Caressing her. Are you content now? There! There!—not these frightened dove’s eyes! The whole thing is only the wildest fancy!—Now, you must go and play through the Tarantella and practise with your tambourine. I shall go into the inner office and shut the door, and I shall hear nothing; you can make as much noise as you please. Turns back at the door. And when Rank comes, tell him where he will find me. Nods to her, takes his papers and goes into his room, and shuts the door after him.
Nora	Bewildered with anxiety, stands as if rooted to the spot, and whispers. He was capable of doing it. He will do it. He will do it in spite of everything.—No, not that! Never, never! Anything rather than that! Oh, for some help, some way out of it! The doorbell rings. Doctor Rank! Anything rather than that—anything, whatever it is! She puts her hands over her face, pulls herself together, goes to the door and opens it. Rank* is standing without, hanging up his coat. During the following dialogue it begins to grow dark.*
Nora	Good day, Doctor Rank. I knew your ring. But you mustn’t go in to Torvald now; I think he is busy with something.
Rank	And you?
Nora	Brings him in and shuts the door after him. Oh, you know very well I always have time for you.
Rank	Thank you. I shall make use of as much of it as I can.
Nora	What do you mean by that? As much of it as you can?
Rank	Well, does that alarm you?
Nora	It was such a strange way of putting it. Is anything likely to happen?
Rank	Nothing but what I have long been prepared for. But I certainly didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
Nora	Gripping him by the arm. What have you found out? Doctor Rank, you must tell me.
Rank	Sitting down by the stove. It is all up with me. And it can’t be helped.
Nora	With a sigh of relief. Is it about yourself?
Rank	Who else? It is no use lying to one’s self. I am the most wretched of all my patients, Mrs. Helmer. Lately I have been taking stock of my internal economy. Bankrupt! Probably within a month I shall lie rotting in the churchyard.
Nora	What an ugly thing to say!
Rank	The thing itself is cursedly ugly, and the worst of it is that I shall have to face so much more that is ugly before that. I shall only make one more examination of myself; when I have done that, I shall know pretty certainly when it will be that the horrors of dissolution will begin. There is something I want to tell you. Helmer’s refined nature gives him an unconquerable disgust at everything that is ugly; I won’t have him in my sickroom.
Nora	Oh, but, Doctor Rank—
Rank	I won’t have him there. Not on any account. I bar my door to him. As soon as I am quite certain that the worst has come, I shall send you my card with a black cross on it, and then you will know that the loathsome end has begun.
Nora	You are quite absurd today. And I wanted you so much to be in a really good humour.
Rank	With death stalking beside me?—To have to pay this penalty for another man’s sin? Is there any justice in that? And in every single family, in one way or another, some such inexorable retribution is being exacted—
Nora	Putting her hands over her ears. Rubbish! Do talk of something cheerful.
Rank	Oh, it’s a mere laughing matter, the whole thing. My poor innocent spine has to suffer for my father’s youthful amusements.
Nora	Sitting at the table on the left. I suppose you mean that he was too partial to asparagus and pate de foie gras, don’t you?
Rank	Yes, and to truffles.
Nora	Truffles, yes. And oysters too, I suppose?
Rank	Oysters, of course, that goes without saying.
Nora	And heaps of port and champagne. It is sad that all these nice things should take their revenge on our bones.
Rank	Especially that they should revenge themselves on the unlucky bones of those who have not had the satisfaction of enjoying them.
Nora	Yes, that’s the saddest part of it all.
Rank	With a searching look at her. Hm!—
Nora	After a short pause. Why did you smile?
Rank	No, it was you that laughed.
Nora	No, it was you that smiled, Doctor Rank!
Rank	Rising. You are a greater rascal than I thought.
Nora	I am in a silly mood today.
Rank	So it seems.
Nora	Putting her hands on his shoulders. Dear, dear Doctor Rank, death mustn’t take you away from Torvald and me.
Rank	It is a loss you would easily recover from. Those who are gone are soon forgotten.
Nora	Looking at him anxiously. Do you believe that?
Rank	People form new ties, and then—
Nora	Who will form new ties?
Rank	Both you and Helmer, when I am gone. You yourself are already on the high road to it, I think. What did that Mrs. Linde want here last night?
Nora	Oho!—you don’t mean to say you are jealous of poor Christine?
Rank	Yes, I am. She will be my successor in this house. When I am done for, this woman will—
Nora	Hush! don’t speak so loud. She is in that room.
Rank	Today again. There, you see.
Nora	She has only come to sew my dress for me. Bless my soul, how unreasonable you are! Sits down on the sofa. Be nice now, Doctor Rank, and tomorrow you will see how beautifully I shall dance, and you can imagine I am doing it all for you—and for Torvald too, of course. Takes various things out of the box. Doctor Rank, come and sit down here, and I will show you something.
Rank	Sitting down. What is it?
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.
Nora	Smiling. I believe you do feel thoroughly at home with us.
Rank	In a lower voice, looking straight in front of him. And to be obliged to leave it all—
Nora	Nonsense, you are not going to leave it.
Rank	As before. And not be able to leave behind one the slightest token of one’s gratitude, scarcely even a fleeting regret—nothing but an empty place which the first comer can fill as well as any other.
Nora	And if I asked you now for a—? No!
Rank	For what?
Nora	For a big proof of your friendship—
Rank	Yes, yes!
Nora	I mean a tremendously big favour—
Rank	Would you really make me so happy for once?
Nora	Ah, but you don’t know what it is yet.
Rank	No—but tell me.
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—forever?
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.
Nora	Yes—you see there are some people one loves best, and others whom one would almost always rather have as companions.
Rank	Yes, there is something in that.
Nora	When I was at home, of course I loved Papa best. But I always thought it tremendous fun if I could steal down into the maids’ room, because they never moralised at all, and talked to each other about such entertaining things.
Rank	I see—it is their place I have taken.
Nora	Jumping up and going to him. Oh, dear, nice Doctor Rank, I never meant that at all. But surely you can understand that being with Torvald is a little like being with Papa—Enter Maid* from the hall.*
Maid	If you please, ma’am. Whispers and hands her a card.
Nora	Glancing at the card. Oh! Puts it in her pocket.
Rank	Is there anything wrong?
Nora	No, no, not in the least. It is only something—it is my new dress—
Rank	What? Your dress is lying there.
Nora	Oh, yes, that one; but this is another. I ordered it. Torvald mustn’t know about it—
Rank	Oho! Then that was the great secret.
Nora	Of course. Just go in to him; he is sitting in the inner room. Keep him as long as—
Rank	Make your mind easy; I won’t let him escape.
	Goes into Helmer’s* room.*
Nora	To the Maid. And he is standing waiting in the kitchen?
Maid	Yes; he came up the back stairs.
Nora	But didn’t you tell him no one was in?
Maid	Yes, but it was no good.
Nora	He won’t go away?
Maid	No; he says he won’t until he has seen you, ma’am.
Nora	Well, let him come in—but quietly. Helen, you mustn’t say anything about it to anyone. It is a surprise for my husband.
Maid	Yes, ma’am, I quite understand. Exit.
Nora	This dreadful thing is going to happen! It will happen in spite of me! No, no, no, it can’t happen—it shan’t happen! She bolts the door of Helmer’s* room. The Maid opens the hall door for Krogstad and shuts it after him. He is wearing a fur coat, high boots and a fur cap.*
Nora	Advancing towards him. Speak low—my husband is at home.
Krogstad	No matter about that.
Nora	What do you want of me?
Krogstad	An explanation of something.
Nora	Make haste then. What is it?
Krogstad	You know, I suppose, that I have got my dismissal.
Nora	I couldn’t prevent it, Mr. Krogstad. I fought as hard as I could on your side, but it was no good.
Krogstad	Does your husband love you so little, then? He knows what I can expose you to, and yet he ventures—
Nora	How can you suppose that he has any knowledge of the sort?
Krogstad	I didn’t suppose so at all. It would not be the least like our dear Torvald Helmer to show so much courage—
Nora	Mr. Krogstad, a little respect for my husband, please.
Krogstad	Certainly—all the respect he deserves. But since you have kept the matter so carefully to yourself, I make bold to suppose that you have a little clearer idea, than you had yesterday, of what it actually is that you have done?
Nora	More than you could ever teach me.
Krogstad	Yes, such a bad lawyer as I am.
Nora	What is it you want of me?
Krogstad	Only to see how you were, Mrs. Helmer. I have been thinking about you all day long. A mere cashier, a quill-driver, a—well, a man like me—even he has a little of what is called feeling, you know.
Nora	Show it, then; think of my little children.
Krogstad	Have you and your husband thought of mine? But never mind about that. I only wanted to tell you that you need not take this matter too seriously. In the first place there will be no accusation made on my part.
Nora	No, of course not; I was sure of that.
Krogstad	The whole thing can be arranged amicably; there is no reason why anyone should know anything about it. It will remain a secret between us three.
Nora	My husband must never get to know anything about it.
Krogstad	How will you be able to prevent it? Am I to understand that you can pay the balance that is owing?
Nora	No, not just at present.
Krogstad	Or perhaps that you have some expedient for raising the money soon?
Nora	No expedient that I mean to make use of.
Krogstad	Well, in any case, it would have been of no use to you now. If you stood there with ever so much money in your hand, I would never part with your bond.
Nora	Tell me what purpose you mean to put it to.
Krogstad	I shall only preserve it—keep it in my possession. No one who is not concerned in the matter shall have the slightest hint of it. So that if the thought of it has driven you to any desperate resolution—
Nora	It has.
Krogstad	If you had it in your mind to run away from your home—
Nora	I had.
Krogstad	Or even something worse—
Nora	How could you know that?
Krogstad	Give up the idea.
Nora	How did you know I had thought of that?
Krogstad	Most of us think of that at first. I did, too—but I hadn’t the courage.
Nora	Faintly. No more had I.
Krogstad	In a tone of relief. No, that’s it, isn’t it—you hadn’t the courage either?
Nora	No, I haven’t—I haven’t.
Krogstad	Besides, it would have been a great piece of folly. Once the first storm at home is over—. I have a letter for your husband in my pocket.
Nora	Telling him everything?
Krogstad	In as lenient a manner as I possibly could.
Nora	Quickly. He mustn’t get the letter. Tear it up. I will find some means of getting money.
Krogstad	Excuse me, Mrs. Helmer, but I think I told you just now—
Nora	I am not speaking of what I owe you. Tell me what sum you are asking my husband for, and I will get the money.
Krogstad	I am not asking your husband for a penny.
Nora	What do you want, then?
Krogstad	I will tell you. I want to rehabilitate myself, Mrs. Helmer; I want to get on; and in that your husband must help me. For the last year and a half I have not had a hand in anything dishonourable, amid all that time I have been struggling in most restricted circumstances. I was content to work my way up step by step. Now I am turned out, and I am not going to be satisfied with merely being taken into favour again. I want to get on, I tell you. I want to get into the Bank again, in a higher position. Your husband must make a place for me—
Nora	That he will never do!
Krogstad	He will; I know him; he dare not protest. And as soon as I am in there again with him, then you will see! Within a year I shall be the manager’s right hand. It will be Nils Krogstad and not Torvald Helmer who manages the Bank.
Nora	That’s a thing you will never see!
Krogstad	Do you mean that you will—?
Nora	I have courage enough for it now.
Krogstad	Oh, you can’t frighten me. A fine, spoilt lady like you—
Nora	You will see, you will see.
Krogstad	Under the ice, perhaps? Down into the cold, coal-black water? And then, in the spring, to float up to the surface, all horrible and unrecognisable, with your hair fallen out—
Nora	You can’t frighten me.
Krogstad	Nor you me. People don’t do such things, Mrs. Helmer. Besides, what use would it be? I should have him completely in my power all the same.
Nora	Afterwards? When I am no longer—
Krogstad	Have you forgotten that it is I who have the keeping of your reputation? Nora stands speechlessly looking at him. Well, now, I have warned you. Do not do anything foolish. When Helmer has had my letter, I shall expect a message from him. And be sure you remember that it is your husband himself who has forced me into such ways as this again. I will never forgive him for that. Goodbye, Mrs. Helmer. Exit through the hall.
Nora	Goes to the hall door, opens it slightly and listens. He is going. He is not putting the letter in the box. Oh no, no! that’s impossible! Opens the door by degrees. What is that? He is standing outside. He is not going downstairs. Is he hesitating? Can he—? A letter drops into the box; then Krogstad’s footsteps are heard, until they die away as he goes downstairs. Nora utters a stifled cry, and runs across the room to the table by the sofa. A short pause.
Nora	In the letter box. Steals across to the hall door. There it lies—Torvald, Torvald, there is no hope for us now!
	Mrs. Linde comes in from the room on the left, carrying the dress.
Mrs. Linde	There, I can’t see anything more to mend now. Would you like to try it on—?
Nora	In a hoarse whisper. Christine, come here.
Mrs. Linde	Throwing the dress down on the sofa. What is the matter with you? You look so agitated!
Nora	Come here. Do you see that letter? There, look—you can see it through the glass in the letter box.
Mrs. Linde	Yes, I see it.
Nora	That letter is from Krogstad.
Mrs. Linde	Nora—it was Krogstad who lent you the money!
Nora	Yes, and now Torvald will know all about it.
Mrs. Linde	Believe me, Nora, that’s the best thing for both of you.
Nora	You don’t know all. I forged a name.
Mrs. Linde	Good heavens—!
Nora	I only want to say this to you, Christine—you must be my witness.
Mrs. Linde	Your witness? What do you mean? What am I to—?
Nora	If I should go out of my mind—and it might easily happen—
Mrs. Linde	Nora!
Nora	Or if anything else should happen to me—anything, for instance, that might prevent my being here—
Mrs. Linde	Nora! Nora! you are quite out of your mind.
Nora	And if it should happen that there were someone who wanted to take all the responsibility, all the blame, you understand—
Mrs. Linde	Yes, yes—but how can you suppose—?
Nora	Then you must be my witness, that it is not true, Christine. I am not out of my mind at all; I am in my right senses now, and I tell you no one else has known anything about it; I, and I alone, did the whole thing. Remember that.
Mrs. Linde	I will, indeed. But I don’t understand all this.
Nora	How should you understand it? A wonderful thing is going to happen!
Mrs. Linde	A wonderful thing?
Nora	Yes, a wonderful thing!—But it is so terrible, Christine; it mustn’t happen, not for all the world.
Mrs. Linde	I will go at once and see Krogstad.
Nora	Don’t go to him; he will do you some harm.
Mrs. Linde	There was a time when he would gladly do anything for my sake.
Nora	He?
Mrs. Linde	Where does he live?
Nora	How should I know—? Yes, feeling in her pocket here is his card. But the letter, the letter—!
Helmer	Calls from his room, knocking at the door. Nora!
Nora	Cries out anxiously. Oh, what’s that? What do you want?
Helmer	Don’t be so frightened. We are not coming in; you have locked the door. Are you trying on your dress?
Nora	Yes, that’s it. I look so nice, Torvald.
Mrs. Linde	Who has read the card. I see he lives at the corner here.
Nora	Yes, but it’s no use. It is hopeless. The letter is lying there in the box.
Mrs. Linde	And your husband keeps the key?
Nora	Yes, always.
Mrs. Linde	Krogstad must ask for his letter back unread, he must find some pretence—
Nora	But it is just at this time that Torvald generally—
Mrs. Linde	You must delay him. Go in to him in the meantime. I will come back as soon as I can. She goes out hurriedly through the hall door.
Nora	Goes to Helmer’s* door, opens it and peeps in.* Torvald!
Helmer	From the inner room. Well? May I venture at last to come into my own room again? Come along, Rank, now you will see—Halting in the doorway. But what is this?
Nora	What is what, dear?
Helmer	Rank led me to expect a splendid transformation.
Rank	In the doorway. I understood so, but evidently I was mistaken.
Nora	Yes, nobody is to have the chance of admiring me in my dress until tomorrow.
Helmer	But, my dear Nora, you look so worn out. Have you been practising too much?
Nora	No, I have not practised at all.
Helmer	But you will need to—
Nora	Yes, indeed I shall, Torvald. But I can’t get on a bit without you to help me; I have absolutely forgotten the whole thing.
Helmer	Oh, we will soon work it up again.
Nora	Yes, help me, Torvald. Promise that you will! I am so nervous about it—all the people—. You must give yourself up to me entirely this evening. Not the tiniest bit of business—you mustn’t even take a pen in your hand. Will you promise, Torvald dear?
Helmer	I promise. This evening I will be wholly and absolutely at your service, you helpless little mortal. Ah, by the way, first of all I will just—Goes towards the hall door.
Nora	What are you going to do there?
Helmer	Only see if any letters have come.
Nora	No, no! don’t do that, Torvald!
Helmer	Why not?
Nora	Torvald, please don’t. There is nothing there.
Helmer	Well, let me look. Turns to go to the letter box. Nora, at the piano, plays the first bars of the Tarantella. Helmer* stops in the doorway.* Aha!
Nora	I can’t dance tomorrow if I don’t practise with you.
Helmer	Going up to her. Are you really so afraid of it, dear?
Nora	Yes, so dreadfully afraid of it. Let me practise at once; there is time now, before we go to dinner. Sit down and play for me, Torvald dear; criticise me, and correct me as you play.
Helmer	With great pleasure, if you wish me to. Sits down at the piano.
Nora	Takes out of the box a tambourine and a long variegated shawl. She hastily drapes the shawl round her. Then she springs to the front of the stage and calls out. Now play for me! I am going to dance!
	Helmer plays and Nora dances. Rank stands by the piano behind Helmer, and looks on.
Helmer	As he plays. Slower, slower!
Nora	I can’t do it any other way.
Helmer	Not so violently, Nora!
Nora	This is the way.
Helmer	Stops playing. No, no—that is not a bit right.
Nora	Laughing and swinging the tambourine. Didn’t I tell you so?
Rank	Let me play for her.
Helmer	Getting up. Yes, do. I can correct her better then.
	Rank sits down at the piano and plays. Nora dances more and more wildly. Helmer has taken up a position beside the stove, and during her dance gives her frequent instructions. She does not seem to hear him; her hair comes down and falls over her shoulders; she pays no attention to it, but goes on dancing. Enter Mrs. Linde.
Mrs. Linde	Standing as if spellbound in the doorway. Oh!—
Nora	As she dances. Such fun, Christine!
Helmer	My dear darling Nora, you are dancing as if your life depended on it.
Nora	So it does.
Helmer	Stop, Rank; this is sheer madness. Stop, I tell you! Rank stops playing, and Nora suddenly stands still. Helmer goes up to her. I could never have believed it. You have forgotten everything I taught you.
Nora	Throwing away the tambourine. There, you see.
Helmer	You will want a lot of coaching.
Nora	Yes, you see how much I need it. You must coach me up to the last minute. Promise me that, Torvald!
Helmer	You can depend on me.
Nora	You must not think of anything but me, either today or tomorrow; you mustn’t open a single letter—not even open the letter box—
Helmer	Ah, you are still afraid of that fellow—
Nora	Yes, indeed I am.
Helmer	Nora, I can tell from your looks that there is a letter from him lying there.
Nora	I don’t know; I think there is; but you must not read anything of that kind now. Nothing horrid must come between us until this is all over.
Rank	Whispers to Helmer. You mustn’t contradict her.
Helmer	Taking her in his arms. The child shall have her way. But tomorrow night, after you have danced—
Nora	Then you will be free. The Maid* appears in the doorway to the right.*
Maid	Dinner is served, ma’am.
Nora	We will have champagne, Helen.
Maid	Very good, ma’am. Exit.
Helmer	Hullo!—are we going to have a banquet?
Nora	Yes, a champagne banquet until the small hours. Calls out. And a few macaroons, Helen—lots, just for once!
Helmer	Come, come, don’t be so wild and nervous. Be my own little skylark, as you used.
Nora	Yes, dear, I will. But go in now and you too, Doctor Rank. Christine, you must help me to do up my hair.
Rank	Whispers to Helmer* as they go out.* I suppose there is nothing—she is not expecting anything?
Helmer	Far from it, my dear fellow; it is simply nothing more than this childish nervousness I was telling you of. They go into the right-hand room.
Nora	Well!
Mrs. Linde	Gone out of town.
Nora	I could tell from your face.
Mrs. Linde	He is coming home tomorrow evening. I wrote a note for him.
Nora	You should have let it alone; you must prevent nothing. After all, it is splendid to be waiting for a wonderful thing to happen.
Mrs. Linde	What is it that you are waiting for?
Nora	Oh, you wouldn’t understand. Go in to them, I will come in a moment. Mrs. Linde goes into the dining room. Nora stands still for a little while, as if to compose herself. Then she looks at her watch. Five o’clock. Seven hours until midnight; and then four-and-twenty hours until the next midnight. Then the Tarantella will be over. Twenty-four and seven? Thirty-one hours to live.
Helmer	From the doorway on the right. Where’s my little skylark?
Nora	Going to him with her arms outstretched. Here she is!

Act III

The table has been placed in the middle of the stage, with chairs around it. A lamp is burning on the table. The door into the hall stands open. Dance music is heard in the room above.

	Mrs. Linde is sitting at the table idly turning over the leaves of a book; she tries to read, but does not seem able to collect her thoughts. Every now and then she listens intently for a sound at the outer door.
Mrs. Linde	Looking at her watch. Not yet—and the time is nearly up. If only he does not—. Listens again. Ah, there he is. Goes into the hall and opens the outer door carefully. Light footsteps are heard on the stairs. She whispers. Come in. There is no one here.
Krogstad	In the doorway. I found a note from you at home. What does this mean?
Mrs. Linde	It is absolutely necessary that I should have a talk with you.
Krogstad	Really? And is it absolutely necessary that it should be here?
Mrs. Linde	It is impossible where I live; there is no private entrance to my rooms. Come in; we are quite alone. The maid is asleep, and the Helmers are at the dance upstairs.
Krogstad	Coming into the room. Are the Helmers really at a dance tonight?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, why not?
Krogstad	Certainly—why not?
Mrs. Linde	Now, Nils, let us have a talk.
Krogstad	Can we two have anything to talk about?
Mrs. Linde	We have a great deal to talk about.
Krogstad	I shouldn’t have thought so.
Mrs. Linde	No, you have never properly understood me.
Krogstad	Was there anything else to understand except what was obvious to all the world—a heartless woman jilts a man when a more lucrative chance turns up?
Mrs. Linde	Do you believe I am as absolutely heartless as all that? And do you believe that I did it with a light heart?
Krogstad	Didn’t you?
Mrs. Linde	Nils, did you really think that?
Krogstad	If it were as you say, why did you write to me as you did at the time?
Mrs. Linde	I could do nothing else. As I had to break with you, it was my duty also to put an end to all that you felt for me.
Krogstad	Wringing his hands. So that was it. And all this—only for the sake of money!
Mrs. Linde	You must not forget that I had a helpless mother and two little brothers. We couldn’t wait for you, Nils; your prospects seemed hopeless then.
Krogstad	That may be so, but you had no right to throw me over for anyone else’s sake.
Mrs. Linde	Indeed I don’t know. Many a time did I ask myself if I had the right to do it.
Krogstad	More gently. When I lost you, it was as if all the solid ground went from under my feet. Look at me now—I am a shipwrecked man clinging to a bit of wreckage.
Mrs. Linde	But help may be near.
Krogstad	It was near; but then you came and stood in my way.
Mrs. Linde	Unintentionally, Nils. It was only today that I learned it was your place I was going to take in the Bank.
Krogstad	I believe you, if you say so. But now that you know it, are you not going to give it up to me?
Mrs. Linde	No, because that would not benefit you in the least.
Krogstad	Oh, benefit, benefit—I would have done it whether or no.
Mrs. Linde	I have learned to act prudently. Life, and hard, bitter necessity have taught me that.
Krogstad	And life has taught me not to believe in fine speeches.
Mrs. Linde	Then life has taught you something very reasonable. But deeds you must believe in?
Krogstad	What do you mean by that?
Mrs. Linde	You said you were like a shipwrecked man clinging to some wreckage.
Krogstad	I had good reason to say so.
Mrs. Linde	Well, I am like a shipwrecked woman clinging to some wreckage—no one to mourn for, no one to care for.
Krogstad	It was your own choice.
Mrs. Linde	There was no other choice—then.
Krogstad	Well, what now?
Mrs. Linde	Nils, how would it be if we two shipwrecked people could join forces?
Krogstad	What are you saying?
Mrs. Linde	Two on the same piece of wreckage would stand a better chance than each on their own.
Krogstad	Christine I …
Mrs. Linde	What do you suppose brought me to town?
Krogstad	Do you mean that you gave me a thought?
Mrs. Linde	I could not endure life without work. All my life, as long as I can remember, I have worked, and it has been my greatest and only pleasure. But now I am quite alone in the world—my life is so dreadfully empty and I feel so forsaken. There is not the least pleasure in working for one’s self. Nils, give me someone and something to work for.
Krogstad	I don’t trust that. It is nothing but a woman’s overstrained sense of generosity that prompts you to make such an offer of yourself.
Mrs. Linde	Have you ever noticed anything of the sort in me?
Krogstad	Could you really do it? Tell me—do you know all about my past life?
Mrs. Linde	Yes.
Krogstad	And do you know what they think of me here?
Mrs. Linde	You seemed to me to imply that with me you might have been quite another man.
Krogstad	I am certain of it.
Mrs. Linde	Is it too late now?
Krogstad	Christine, are you saying this deliberately? Yes, I am sure you are. I see it in your face. Have you really the courage, then—?
Mrs. Linde	I want to be a mother to someone, and your children need a mother. We two need each other. Nils, I have faith in your real character—I can dare anything together with you.
Krogstad	Grasps her hands. Thanks, thanks, Christine! Now I shall find a way to clear myself in the eyes of the world. Ah, but I forgot—
Mrs. Linde	Listening. Hush! The Tarantella! Go, go!
Krogstad	Why? What is it?
Mrs. Linde	Do you hear them up there? When that is over, we may expect them back.
Krogstad	Yes, yes—I will go. But it is all no use. Of course you are not aware what steps I have taken in the matter of the Helmers.
Mrs. Linde	Yes, I know all about that.
Krogstad	And in spite of that have you the courage to—?
Mrs. Linde	I understand very well to what lengths a man like you might be driven by despair.
Krogstad	If I could only undo what I have done!
Mrs. Linde	You cannot. Your letter is lying in the letter box now.
Krogstad	Are you sure of that?
Mrs. Linde	Quite sure, but—
Krogstad	With a searching look at her. Is that what it all means?—that you want to save your friend at any cost? Tell me frankly. Is that it?
Mrs. Linde	Nils, a woman who has once sold herself for another’s sake, doesn’t do it a second time.
Krogstad	I will ask for my letter back.
Mrs. Linde	No, no.
Krogstad	Yes, of course I will. I will wait here until Helmer comes; I will tell him he must give me my letter back—that it only concerns my dismissal—that he is not to read it—
Mrs. Linde	No, Nils, you must not recall your letter.
Krogstad	But, tell me, wasn’t it for that very purpose that you asked me to meet you here?
Mrs. Linde	In my first moment of fright, it was. But twenty-four hours have elapsed since then, and in that time I have witnessed incredible things in this house. Helmer must know all about it. This unhappy secret must be disclosed; they must have a complete understanding between them, which is impossible with all this concealment and falsehood going on.
Krogstad	Very well, if you will take the responsibility. But there is one thing I can do in any case, and I shall do it at once.
Mrs. Linde	Listening. You must be quick and go! The dance is over; we are not safe a moment longer.
Krogstad	I will wait for you below.
Mrs. Linde	Yes, do. You must see me back to my door …
Krogstad	I have never had such an amazing piece of good fortune in my life! Goes out through the outer door. The door between the room and the hall remains open.
Mrs. Linde	Tidying up the room and laying her hat and cloak ready. What a difference! what a difference! Someone to work for and live for—a home to bring comfort into. That I will do, indeed. I wish they would be quick and come—Listens. Ah, there they are now. I must put on my things. Takes up her hat and cloak. Helmer’s and Nora’s voices are heard outside; a key is turned, and Helmer brings Nora almost by force into the hall. She is in an Italian costume with a large black shawl around her; he is in evening dress, and a black domino which is flying open.
Nora	Hanging back in the doorway, and struggling with him. No, no, no!—don’t take me in. I want to go upstairs again; I don’t want to leave so early.
Helmer	But, my dearest Nora—
Nora	Please, Torvald dear—please, please—only an hour more.
Helmer	Not a single minute, my sweet Nora. You know that was our agreement. Come along into the room; you are catching cold standing there. He brings her gently into the room, in spite of her resistance.
Mrs. Linde	Good evening.
Nora	Christine!
Helmer	You here, so late, Mrs. Linde?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, you must excuse me; I was so anxious to see Nora in her dress.
Nora	Have you been sitting here waiting for me?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, unfortunately I came too late, you had already gone upstairs; and I thought I couldn’t go away again without having seen you.
Helmer	Taking off Nora’s* shawl.* Yes, take a good look at her. I think she is worth looking at. Isn’t she charming, Mrs. Linde?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, indeed she is.
Helmer	Doesn’t she look remarkably pretty? Everyone thought so at the dance. But she is terribly self-willed, this sweet little person. What are we to do with her? You will hardly believe that I had almost to bring her away by force.
Nora	Torvald, you will repent not having let me stay, even if it were only for half an hour.
Helmer	Listen to her, Mrs. Linde! She had danced her Tarantella, and it had been a tremendous success, as it deserved—although possibly the performance was a trifle too realistic—a little more so, I mean, than was strictly compatible with the limitations of art. But never mind about that! The chief thing is, she had made a success—she had made a tremendous success. Do you think I was going to let her remain there after that, and spoil the effect? No, indeed! I took my charming little Capri maiden—my capricious little Capri maiden, I should say—on my arm; took one quick turn round the room; a curtsey on either side, and, as they say in novels, the beautiful apparition disappeared. An exit ought always to be effective, Mrs. Linde; but that is what I cannot make Nora understand. Pooh! this room is hot. Throws his domino on a chair, and opens the door of his room. Hullo! it’s all dark in here. Oh, of course—excuse me—. He goes in, and lights some candles.
Nora	In a hurried and breathless whisper. Well?
Mrs. Linde	In a low voice. I have had a talk with him.
Nora	Yes, and—
Mrs. Linde	Nora, you must tell your husband all about it.
Nora	In an expressionless voice. I knew it.
Mrs. Linde	You have nothing to be afraid of as far as Krogstad is concerned; but you must tell him.
Nora	I won’t tell him.
Mrs. Linde	Then the letter will.
Nora	Thank you, Christine. Now I know what I must do. Hush—!
Helmer	Coming in again. Well, Mrs. Linde, have you admired her?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, and now I will say goodnight.
Helmer	What, already? Is this yours, this knitting?
Mrs. Linde	Taking it. Yes, thank you, I had very nearly forgotten it.
Helmer	So you knit?
Mrs. Linde	Of course.
Helmer	Do you know, you ought to embroider.
Mrs. Linde	Really? Why?
Helmer	Yes, it’s far more becoming. Let me show you. You hold the embroidery thus in your left hand, and use the needle with the right—like this—with a long, easy sweep. Do you see?
Mrs. Linde	Yes, perhaps—
Helmer	But in the case of knitting—that can never be anything but ungraceful; look here—the arms close together, the knitting needles going up and down—it has a sort of Chinese effect—. That was really excellent champagne they gave us.
Mrs. Linde	Well—goodnight, Nora, and don’t be self-willed any more.
Helmer	That’s right, Mrs. Linde.
Mrs. Linde	Goodnight, Mr. Helmer.
Helmer	Accompanying her to the door. Goodnight, goodnight. I hope you will get home all right. I should be very happy to—but you haven’t any great distance to go. Goodnight, goodnight. She goes out; he shuts the door after her, and comes in again. Ah!—at last we have got rid of her. She is a frightful bore, that woman.
Nora	Aren’t you very tired, Torvald?
Helmer	No, not in the least.
Nora	Nor sleepy?
Helmer	Not a bit. On the contrary, I feel extraordinarily lively. And you?—you really look both tired and sleepy.
Nora	Yes, I am very tired. I want to go to sleep at once.
Helmer	There, you see it was quite right of me not to let you stay there any longer.
Nora	Everything you do is quite right, Torvald.
Helmer	Kissing her on the forehead. Now my little skylark is speaking reasonably. Did you notice what good spirits Rank was in this evening?
Nora	Really? Was he? I didn’t speak to him at all.
Helmer	And I very little, but I have not for a long time seen him in such good form. Looks for a while at her and then goes nearer to her. It is delightful to be at home by ourselves again, to be all alone with you—you fascinating, charming little darling!
Nora	Don’t look at me like that, Torvald.
Helmer	Why shouldn’t I look at my dearest treasure?—at all the beauty that is mine, all my very own?
Nora	Going to the other side of the table. You mustn’t say things like that to me tonight.
Helmer	Following her. You have still got the Tarantella in your blood, I see. And it makes you more captivating than ever. Listen—the guests are beginning to go now. In a lower voice. Nora—soon the whole house will be quiet.
Nora	Yes, I hope so.
Helmer	Yes, my own darling Nora. Do you know, when I am out at a party with you like this, why I speak so little to you, keep away from you, and only send a stolen glance in your direction now and then?—do you know why I do that? It is because I make believe to myself that we are secretly in love, and you are my secretly promised bride, and that no one suspects there is anything between us.
Nora	Yes, yes—I know very well your thoughts are with me all the time.
Helmer	And when we are leaving, and I am putting the shawl over your beautiful young shoulders—on your lovely neck—then I imagine that you are my young bride and that we have just come from the wedding, and I am bringing you for the first time into our home—to be alone with you for the first time—quite alone with my shy little darling! All this evening I have longed for nothing but you. When I watched the seductive figures of the Tarantella, my blood was on fire; I could endure it no longer, and that was why I brought you down so early—
Nora	Go away, Torvald! You must let me go. I won’t—
Helmer	What’s that? You’re joking, my little Nora! You won’t—you won’t? Am I not your husband—? A knock is heard at the outer door.
Nora	Starting. Did you hear—?
Helmer	Going into the hall. Who is it?
Rank	Outside. It is I. May I come in for a moment?
Helmer	In a fretful whisper. Oh, what does he want now? Aloud. Wait a minute! Unlocks the door. Come, that’s kind of you not to pass by our door.
Rank	I thought I heard your voice, and felt as if I should like to look in. With a swift glance round. Ah, yes!—these dear familiar rooms. You are very happy and cosy in here, you two.
Helmer	It seems to me that you looked after yourself pretty well upstairs too.
Rank	Excellently. Why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t one enjoy everything in this world?—at any rate as much as one can, and as long as one can. The wine was capital—
Helmer	Especially the champagne.
Rank	So you noticed that too? It is almost incredible how much I managed to put away!
Nora	Torvald drank a great deal of champagne tonight too.
Rank	Did he?
Nora	Yes, and he is always in such good spirits afterwards.
Rank	Well, why should one not enjoy a merry evening after a well-spent day?
Helmer	Well spent? I am afraid I can’t take credit for that.
Rank	Clapping him on the back. But I can, you know!
Nora	Doctor Rank, you must have been occupied with some scientific investigation today.
Rank	Exactly.
Helmer	Just listen!—little Nora talking about scientific investigations!
Nora	And may I congratulate you on the result?
Rank	Indeed you may.
Nora	Was it favourable, then?
Rank	The best possible, for both doctor and patient—certainty.
Nora	Quickly and searchingly. Certainty?
Rank	Absolute certainty. So wasn’t I entitled to make a merry evening of it after that?
Nora	Yes, you certainly were, Doctor Rank.
Helmer	I think so too, so long as you don’t have to pay for it in the morning.
Rank	Oh well, one can’t have anything in this life without paying for it.
Nora	Doctor Rank—are you fond of fancy-dress balls?
Rank	Yes, if there is a fine lot of pretty costumes.
Nora	Tell me—what shall we two wear at the next?
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. Torvald! what are you going to do there?
Helmer	Emptying the letter box; it is quite full; there will be no room to put the newspaper in tomorrow morning.
Nora	Are you going to work tonight?
Helmer	You know quite well I’m not. What is this? Someone has been at the lock.
Nora	At the lock—?
Helmer	Yes, someone has. What can it mean? I should never have thought the maid—. Here is a broken hairpin. Nora, it is one of yours.
Nora	Quickly. Then it must have been the children—
Helmer	Then you must get them out of those ways. There, at last I have got it open. Takes out the contents of the letter box, and calls to the kitchen. Helen!—Helen, put out the light over the front door. Goes back into the room and shuts the door into the hall. He holds out his hand full of letters. Look at that—look what a heap of them there are. Turning them over. What on earth is that?
Nora	At the window. The letter—No! Torvald, no!
Helmer	Two cards—of Rank’s.
Nora	Of Doctor Rank’s?
Helmer	Looking at them. Doctor Rank. They were on the top. He must have put them in when he went out.
Nora	Is there anything written on them?
Helmer	There is a black cross over the name. Look there—what an uncomfortable idea! It looks as if he were announcing his own death.
Nora	It is just what he is doing.
Helmer	What? Do you know anything about it? Has he said anything to you?
Nora	Yes. He told me that when the cards came it would be his leave-taking from us. He means to shut himself up and die.
Helmer	My poor old friend! Certainly I knew we should not have him very long with us. But so soon! And so he hides himself away like a wounded animal.
Nora	If it has to happen, it is best it should be without a word—don’t you think so, Torvald?
Helmer	Walking up and down. He had so grown into our lives. I can’t think of him as having gone out of them. He, with his sufferings and his loneliness, was like a cloudy background to our sunlit happiness. Well, perhaps it is best so. For him, anyway. Standing still. And perhaps for us too, Nora. We two are thrown quite upon each other now. Puts his arms round her. My darling wife, I don’t feel as if I could hold you tight enough. Do you know, Nora, I have often wished that you might be threatened by some great danger, so that I might risk my life’s blood, and everything, for your sake.
Nora	Disengages herself, and says firmly and decidedly. Now you must read your letters, Torvald.
Helmer	No, no; not tonight. I want to be with you, my darling wife.
Nora	With the thought of your friend’s death—
Helmer	You are right, it has affected us both. Something ugly has come between us—the thought of the horrors of death. We must try and rid our minds of that. Until then—we will each go to our own room.
Nora	Hanging on his neck. Goodnight, Torvald—Goodnight!
Helmer	Kissing her on the forehead. Goodnight, my little singing-bird. Sleep sound, Nora. Now I will read my letters through. He takes his letters and goes into his room, shutting the door after him.
Nora	Gropes distractedly about, seizes Helmer’s* domino, throws it round her, while she says in quick, hoarse, spasmodic whispers.* Never to see him again. Never! Never! Puts her shawl over her head. Never to see my children again either—never again. Never! Never!—Ah! the icy, black water—the unfathomable depths—If only it were over! He has got it now—now he is reading it. Goodbye, Torvald and my children! She is about to rush out through the hall, when Helmer* opens his door hurriedly and stands with an open letter in his hand.*
Helmer	Nora!
Nora	Ah!—
Helmer	What is this? Do you know what is in this letter?
Nora	Yes, I know. Let me go! Let me get out!
Helmer	Holding her back. Where are you going?
Nora	Trying to get free. You shan’t save me, Torvald!
Helmer	Reeling. True? Is this true, that I read here? Horrible! No, no—it is impossible that it can be true.
Nora	It is true. I have loved you above everything else in the world.
Helmer	Oh, don’t let us have any silly excuses.
Nora	Taking a step towards him. Torvald—!
Helmer	Miserable creature—what have you done?
Nora	Let me go. You shall not suffer for my sake. You shall not take it upon yourself.
Helmer	No tragic airs, please. Locks the hall door. Here you shall stay and give me an explanation. Do you understand what you have done? Answer me! Do you understand what you have done?
Nora	Looks steadily at him and says with a growing look of coldness in her face. Yes, now I am beginning to understand thoroughly.
Helmer	Walking about the room. What a horrible awakening! All these eight years—she who was my joy and pride—a hypocrite, a liar—worse, worse—a criminal! The unutterable ugliness of it all!—For shame! For shame! Nora is silent and looks steadily at him. He stops in front of her. I ought to have suspected that something of the sort would happen. I ought to have foreseen it. All your father’s want of principle—be silent!—all your father’s want of principle has come out in you. No religion, no morality, no sense of duty—. How I am punished for having winked at what he did! I did it for your sake, and this is how you repay me.
Nora	Yes, that’s just it.
Helmer	Now you have destroyed all my happiness. You have ruined all my future. It is horrible to think of! I am in the power of an unscrupulous man; he can do what he likes with me, ask anything he likes of me, give me any orders he pleases—I dare not refuse. And I must sink to such miserable depths because of a thoughtless woman!
Nora	When I am out of the way, you will be free.
Helmer	No fine speeches, please. Your father had always plenty of those ready, too. What good would it be to me if you were out of the way, as you say? Not the slightest. He can make the affair known everywhere; and if he does, I may be falsely suspected of having been a party to your criminal action. Very likely people will think I was behind it all—that it was I who prompted you! And I have to thank you for all this—you whom I have cherished during the whole of our married life. Do you understand now what it is you have done for me?
Nora	Coldly and quietly. Yes.
Helmer	It is so incredible that I can’t take it in. But we must come to some understanding. Take off that shawl. Take it off, I tell you. I must try and appease him some way or another. The matter must be hushed up at any cost. And as for you and me, it must appear as if everything between us were just as before—but naturally only in the eyes of the world. You will still remain in my house, that is a matter of course. But I shall not allow you to bring up the children; I dare not trust them to you. To think that I should be obliged to say so to one whom I have loved so dearly, and whom I still—. No, that is all over. From this moment happiness is not the question; all that concerns us is to save the remains, the fragments, the appearance—
	A ring is heard at the front-door bell.
Helmer	With a start. What is that? So late! Can the worst—? Can he—? Hide yourself, Nora. Say you are ill.
	Nora stands motionless. Helmer goes and unlocks the hall door.
Maid	Half-dressed, comes to the door. A letter for the mistress.
Helmer	Give it to me. Takes the letter, and shuts the door. Yes, it is from him. You shall not have it; I will read it myself.
Nora	Yes, read it.
Helmer	Standing by the lamp. I scarcely have the courage to do it. It may mean ruin for both of us. No, I must know. Tears open the letter, runs his eye over a few lines, looks at a paper enclosed, and gives a shout of joy. Nora! She looks at him questioningly. Nora!—No, I must read it once again—. Yes, it is true! I am saved! Nora, I am saved!
Nora	And I?
Helmer	You too, of course; we are both saved, both you and I. Look, he sends you your bond back. He says he regrets and repents—that a happy change in his life—never mind what he says! We are saved, Nora! No one can do anything to you. Oh, Nora, Nora!—no, first I must destroy these hateful things. Let me see—. Takes a look at the bond. No, no, I won’t look at it. The whole thing shall be nothing but a bad dream to me. Tears up the bond and both letters, throws them all into the stove, and watches them burn. There—now it doesn’t exist any longer. He says that since Christmas Eve you—. These must have been three dreadful days for you, Nora.
Nora	I have fought a hard fight these three days.
Helmer	And suffered agonies, and seen no way out but—. No, we won’t call any of the horrors to mind. We will only shout with joy, and keep saying, “It’s all over! It’s all over!” Listen to me, Nora. You don’t seem to realise that it is all over. What is this?—such a cold, set face! My poor little Nora, I quite understand; you don’t feel as if you could believe that I have forgiven you. But it is true, Nora, I swear it; I have forgiven you everything. I know that what you did, you did out of love for me.
Nora	That is true.
Helmer	You have loved me as a wife ought to love her husband. Only you had not sufficient knowledge to judge of the means you used. But do you suppose you are any the less dear to me, because you don’t understand how to act on your own responsibility? No, no; only lean on me; I will advise you and direct you. I should not be a man if this womanly helplessness did not just give you a double attractiveness in my eyes. You must not think anymore about the hard things I said in my first moment of consternation, when I thought everything was going to overwhelm me. I have forgiven you, Nora; I swear to you I have forgiven you.
Nora	Thank you for your forgiveness. She goes out through the door to the right.
Helmer	No, don’t go—. Looks in. What are you doing in there?
Nora	From within. Taking off my fancy dress.
Helmer	Standing at the open door. Yes, do. Try and calm yourself, and make your mind easy again, my frightened little singing-bird. Be at rest, and feel secure; I have broad wings to shelter you under. Walks up and down by the door. How warm and cosy our home is, Nora. Here is shelter for you; here I will protect you like a hunted dove that I have saved from a hawk’s claws; I will bring peace to your poor beating heart. It will come, little by little, Nora, believe me. Tomorrow morning you will look upon it all quite differently; soon everything will be just as it was before. Very soon you won’t need me to assure you that I have forgiven you; you will yourself feel the certainty that I have done so. Can you suppose I should ever think of such a thing as repudiating you, or even reproaching you? You have no idea what a true man’s heart is like, Nora. There is something so indescribably sweet and satisfying, to a man, in the knowledge that he has forgiven his wife—forgiven her freely, and with all his heart. It seems as if that had made her, as it were, doubly his own; he has given her a new life, so to speak; and she has in a way become both wife and child to him. So you shall be for me after this, my little scared, helpless darling. Have no anxiety about anything, Nora; only be frank and open with me, and I will serve as will and conscience both to you—. What is this? Not gone to bed? Have you changed your things?
Nora	In everyday dress. Yes, Torvald, I have changed my things now.
Helmer	But what for?—so late as this.
Nora	I shall not sleep tonight.
Helmer	But, my dear Nora—
Nora	Looking at her watch. It is not so very late. Sit down here, Torvald. You and I have much to say to one another. She sits down at one side of the table.
Helmer	Nora—what is this?—this cold, set face?
Nora	Sit down. It will take some time; I have a lot to talk over with you.
Helmer	Sits down at the opposite side of the table. You alarm me, Nora!—and I don’t understand you.
Nora	No, that is just it. You don’t understand me, and I have never understood you either—before tonight. No, you mustn’t interrupt me. You must simply listen to what I say. Torvald, this is a settling of accounts.
Helmer	What do you mean by that?
Nora	After a short silence. Isn’t there one thing that strikes you as strange in our sitting here like this?
Helmer	What is that?
Nora	We have been married now eight years. Does it not occur to you that this is the first time we two, you and I, husband and wife, have had a serious conversation?
Helmer	What do you mean by serious?
Nora	In all these eight years—longer than that—from the very beginning of our acquaintance, we have never exchanged a word on any serious subject.
Helmer	Was it likely that I would be continually and forever telling you about worries that you could not help me to bear?
Nora	I am not speaking about business matters. I say that we have never sat down in earnest together to try and get at the bottom of anything.
Helmer	But, dearest Nora, would it have been any good to you?
Nora	That is just it; you have never understood me. I have been greatly wronged, Torvald—first by Papa and then by you.
Helmer	What! By us two—by us two, who have loved you better than anyone else in the world?
Nora	Shaking her head. You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.
Helmer	Nora, what do I hear you saying?
Nora	It is perfectly true, Torvald. When I was at home with Papa, he told me his opinion about everything, and so I had the same opinions; and if I differed from him I concealed the fact, because he would not have liked it. He called me his doll-child, and he played with me just as I used to play with my dolls. And when I came to live with you—
Helmer	What sort of an expression is that to use about our marriage?
Nora	Undisturbed. I mean that I was simply transferred from Papa’s hands into yours. You arranged everything according to your own taste, and so I got the same tastes as you—or else I pretended to, I am really not quite sure which—I think sometimes the one and sometimes the other. When I look back on it, it seems to me as if I had been living here like a poor woman—just from hand to mouth. I have existed merely to perform tricks for you, Torvald. But you would have it so. You and Papa have committed a great sin against me. It is your fault that I have made nothing of my life.
Helmer	How unreasonable and how ungrateful you are, Nora! Have you not been happy here?
Nora	No, I have never been happy. I thought I was, but it has never really been so.
Helmer	Not—not happy!
Nora	No, only merry. And you have always been so kind to me. But our home has been nothing but a playroom. I have been your doll-wife, just as at home I was Papa’s doll-child; and here the children have been my dolls. I thought it great fun when you played with me, just as they thought it great fun when I played with them. That is what our marriage has been, Torvald.
Helmer	There is some truth in what you say—exaggerated and strained as your view of it is. But for the future it shall be different. Playtime shall be over, and lesson time shall begin.
Nora	Whose lessons? Mine, or the children’s?
Helmer	Both yours and the children’s, my darling Nora.
Nora	Alas, Torvald, you are not the man to educate me into being a proper wife for you.
Helmer	And you can say that!
Nora	And I—how am I fitted to bring up the children?
Helmer	Nora!
Nora	Didn’t you say so yourself a little while ago—that you dare not trust me to bring them up?
Helmer	In a moment of anger! Why do you pay any heed to that?
Nora	Indeed, you were perfectly right. I am not fit for the task. There is another task I must undertake first. I must try and educate myself—you are not the man to help me in that. I must do that for myself. And that is why I am going to leave you now.
Helmer	Springing up. What do you say?
Nora	I must stand quite alone, if I am to understand myself and everything about me. It is for that reason that I cannot remain with you any longer.
Helmer	Nora, Nora!
Nora	I am going away from here now, at once. I am sure Christine will take me in for the night—
Helmer	You are out of your mind! I won’t allow it! I forbid you!
Nora	It is no use forbidding me anything any longer. I will take with me what belongs to myself. I will take nothing from you, either now or later.
Helmer	What sort of madness is this!
Nora	Tomorrow I shall go home—I mean, to my old home. It will be easiest for me to find something to do there.
Helmer	You blind, foolish woman!
Nora	I must try and get some sense, Torvald.
Helmer	To desert your home, your husband and your children! And you don’t consider what people will say!
Nora	I cannot consider that at all. I only know that it is necessary for me.
Helmer	It’s shocking. This is how you would neglect your most sacred duties.
Nora	What do you consider my most sacred duties?
Helmer	Do I need to tell you that? Are they not your duties to your husband and your children?
Nora	I have other duties just as sacred.
Helmer	That you have not. What duties could those be?
Nora	Duties to myself.
Helmer	Before all else, you are a wife and a mother.
Nora	I don’t believe that any longer. I believe that before all else I am a reasonable human being, just as you are—or, at all events, that I must try and become one. I know quite well, Torvald, that most people would think you right, and that views of that kind are to be found in books; but I can no longer content myself with what most people say, or with what is found in books. I must think over things for myself and get to understand them.
Helmer	Can you not understand your place in your own home? Have you not a reliable guide in such matters as that?—have you no religion?
Nora	I am afraid, Torvald, I do not exactly know what religion is.
Helmer	What are you saying?
Nora	I know nothing but what the clergyman said, when I went to be confirmed. He told us that religion was this, and that, and the other. When I am away from all this, and am alone, I will look into that matter too. I will see if what the clergyman said is true, or at all events if it is true for me.
Helmer	This is unheard of in a girl of your age! But if religion cannot lead you aright, let me try and awaken your conscience. I suppose you have some moral sense? Or—answer me—am I to think you have none?
Nora	I assure you, Torvald, that is not an easy question to answer. I really don’t know. The thing perplexes me altogether. I only know that you and I look at it in quite a different light. I am learning, too, that the law is quite another thing from what I supposed; but I find it impossible to convince myself that the law is right. According to it a woman has no right to spare her old dying father, or to save her husband’s life. I can’t believe that.
Helmer	You talk like a child. You don’t understand the conditions of the world in which you live.
Nora	No, I don’t. But now I am going to try. I am going to see if I can make out who is right, the world or I.
Helmer	You are ill, Nora; you are delirious; I almost think you are out of your mind.
Nora	I have never felt my mind so clear and certain as tonight.
Helmer	And is it with a clear and certain mind that you forsake your husband and your children?
Nora	Yes, it is.
Helmer	Then there is only one possible explanation.
Nora	What is that?
Helmer	You do not love me anymore.
Nora	No, that is just it.
Helmer	Nora!—and you can say that?
Nora	It gives me great pain, Torvald, for you have always been so kind to me, but I cannot help it. I do not love you any more.
Helmer	Regaining his composure. Is that a clear and certain conviction too?
Nora	Yes, absolutely clear and certain. That is the reason why I will not stay here any longer.
Helmer	And can you tell me what I have done to forfeit your love?
Nora	Yes, indeed I can. It was tonight, when the wonderful thing did not happen; then I saw you were not the man I had thought you were.
Helmer	Explain yourself better. I don’t understand you.
Nora	I have waited so patiently for eight years; for, goodness knows, I knew very well that wonderful things don’t happen every day. Then this horrible misfortune came upon me; and then I felt quite certain that the wonderful thing was going to happen at last. When Krogstad’s letter was lying out there, never for a moment did I imagine that you would consent to accept this man’s conditions. I was so absolutely certain that you would say to him: Publish the thing to the whole world. And when that was done—
Helmer	Yes, what then?—when I had exposed my wife to shame and disgrace?
Nora	When that was done, I was so absolutely certain, you would come forward and take everything upon yourself, and say: I am the guilty one.
Helmer	Nora—!
Nora	You mean that I would never have accepted such a sacrifice on your part? No, of course not. But what would my assurances have been worth against yours? That was the wonderful thing which I hoped for and feared; and it was to prevent that, that I wanted to kill myself.
Helmer	I would gladly work night and day for you, Nora—bear sorrow and want for your sake. But no man would sacrifice his honour for the one he loves.
Nora	It is a thing hundreds of thousands of women have done.
Helmer	Oh, you think and talk like a heedless child.
Nora	Maybe. But you neither think nor talk like the man I could bind myself to. As soon as your fear was over—and it was not fear for what threatened me, but for what might happen to you—when the whole thing was past, as far as you were concerned it was exactly as if nothing at all had happened. Exactly as before, I was your little skylark, your doll, which you would in future treat with doubly gentle care, because it was so brittle and fragile. Getting up. Torvald—it was then it dawned upon me that for eight years I had been living here with a strange man, and had borne him three children—. Oh, I can’t bear to think of it! I could tear myself into little bits!
Helmer	Sadly. I see, I see. An abyss has opened between us—there is no denying it. But, Nora, would it not be possible to fill it up?
Nora	As I am now, I am no wife for you.
Helmer	I have it in me to become a different man.
Nora	Perhaps—if your doll is taken away from you.
Helmer	But to part!—to part from you! No, no, Nora, I can’t understand that idea.
Nora	Going out to the right. That makes it all the more certain that it must be done. She comes back with her cloak and hat and a small bag which she puts on a chair by the table.
Helmer	Nora, Nora, not now! Wait until tomorrow.
Nora	Putting on her cloak. I cannot spend the night in a strange man’s room.
Helmer	But can’t we live here like brother and sister—?
Nora	Putting on her hat. You know very well that would not last long. Puts the shawl round her. Goodbye, Torvald. I won’t see the little ones. I know they are in better hands than mine. As I am now, I can be of no use to them.
Helmer	But some day, Nora—some day?
Nora	How can I tell? I have no idea what is going to become of me.
Helmer	But you are my wife, whatever becomes of you.
Nora	Listen, Torvald. I have heard that when a wife deserts her husband’s house, as I am doing now, he is legally freed from all obligations towards her. In any case, I set you free from all your obligations. You are not to feel yourself bound in the slightest way, any more than I shall. There must be perfect freedom on both sides. See, here is your ring back. Give me mine.
Helmer	That too?
Nora	That too.
Helmer	Here it is.
Nora	That’s right. Now it is all over. I have put the keys here. The maids know all about everything in the house—better than I do. Tomorrow, after I have left her, Christine will come here and pack up my own things that I brought with me from home. I will have them sent after me.
Helmer	All over! All over!—Nora, shall you never think of me again?
Nora	I know I shall often think of you, the children, and this house.
Helmer	May I write to you, Nora?
Nora	No—never. You must not do that.
Helmer	But at least let me send you—
Nora	Nothing—nothing—
Helmer	Let me help you if you are in want.
Nora	No. I can receive nothing from a stranger.
Helmer	Nora—can I never be anything more than a stranger to you?
Nora	Taking her bag. Ah, Torvald, the most wonderful thing of all would have to happen.
Helmer	Tell me what that would be!
Nora	Both you and I would have to be so changed that—. Oh, Torvald, I don’t believe any longer in wonderful things happening.
Helmer	But I will believe in it. Tell me! So changed that—?
Nora	That our life together would be a real wedlock. Goodbye. She goes out through the hall.
Helmer	Sinks down on a chair at the door and buries his face in his hands. Nora! Nora! Looks round, and rises. Empty. She is gone. A hope flashes across his mind. The most wonderful thing of all—?
	The sound of a door shutting is heard from below.

Dramatis Personae

Torvald Helmer

Nora, his wife

Doctor Rank

Mrs. Linde

Nils Krogstad

Helmer’s three young children

Anne, their nurse

A Housemaid

A Porter

The action takes place in Helmer’s house.

Act I

A bell rings in the hall; shortly afterwards the door is heard to open. Enter Nora, humming a tune and in high spirits. She is in outdoor dress and carries a number of parcels; these she lays on the table to the right. She leaves the outer door open after her, and through it is seen a Porter who is carrying a Christmas tree and a basket, which he gives to the Maid who has opened the door.

Nora

Hide the Christmas tree carefully, Helen. Be sure the children do not see it until this evening, when it is dressed. To the Porter, taking out her purse. How much?

Porter

Sixpence.

Nora

There is a shilling. No, keep the change. The Porter thanks her, and goes out. Nora shuts the door. She is laughing to herself, as she takes off her hat and coat. She takes a packet of macaroons from her pocket and eats one or two; then goes cautiously to her husband’s door and listens. Yes, he is in. Still humming, she goes to the table on the right.

Helmer

Calls out from his room. Is that my little lark twittering out there?

Nora

Busy opening some of the parcels. Yes, it is!

Helmer

Is it my little squirrel bustling about?

Nora

Yes!

Helmer

When did my squirrel come home?

Nora

Just now. Puts the bag of macaroons into her pocket and wipes her mouth. Come in here, Torvald, and see what I have bought.

Helmer

Don’t disturb me. A little later, he opens the door and looks into the room, pen in hand. Bought, did you say? All these things? Has my little spendthrift been wasting money again?

Nora

Yes but, Torvald, this year we really can let ourselves go a little. This is the first Christmas that we have not needed to economise.

Helmer

Still, you know, we can’t spend money recklessly.

Nora

Yes, Torvald, we may be a wee bit more reckless now, mayn’t we? Just a tiny wee bit! You are going to have a big salary and earn lots and lots of money.

Helmer

Yes, after the New Year; but then it will be a whole quarter before the salary is due.

Nora

Pooh! we can borrow until then.

Helmer

Nora! Goes up to her and takes her playfully by the ear. The same little featherhead! Suppose, now, that I borrowed fifty pounds today, and you spent it all in the Christmas week, and then on New Year’s Eve a slate fell on my head and killed me, and—

Nora

Putting her hands over his mouth. Oh! don’t say such horrid things.

Helmer

Still, suppose that happened—what then?

Nora

If that were to happen, I don’t suppose I should care whether I owed money or not.

Helmer

Yes, but what about the people who had lent it?

Nora

They? Who would bother about them? I should not know who they were.

Helmer

That is like a woman! But seriously, Nora, you know what I think about that. No debt, no borrowing. There can be no freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt. We two have kept bravely on the straight road so far, and we will go on the same way for the short time longer that there need be any struggle.

Nora

Moving towards the stove. As you please, Torvald.

Helmer

Following her. Come, come, my little skylark must not droop her wings. What is this! Is my little squirrel out of temper? Taking out his purse. Nora, what do you think I have got here?

Nora

Turning round quickly. Money!

Helmer

There you are. Gives her some money. Do you think I don’t know what a lot is wanted for housekeeping at Christmas-time?

Nora

Counting. Ten shillings—a pound—two pounds! Thank you, thank you, Torvald; that will keep me going for a long time.

Helmer

Indeed it must.

Nora

Yes, yes, it will. But come here and let me show you what I have bought. And all so cheap! Look, here is a new suit for Ivar, and a sword; and a horse and a trumpet for Bob; and a doll and dolly’s bedstead for Emmy—they are very plain, but anyway she will soon break them in pieces. And here are dress-lengths and handkerchiefs for the maids; old Anne ought really to have something better.

Helmer

And what is in this parcel?

Nora

Crying out. No, no! you mustn’t see that until this evening.

Helmer

Very well. But now tell me, you extravagant little person, what would you like for yourself?

Nora

For myself? Oh, I am sure I don’t want anything.

Helmer

Yes, but you must. Tell me something reasonable that you would particularly like to have.

Nora

No, I really can’t think of anything—unless, Torvald—

Helmer

Well?

Nora

Playing with his coat buttons, and without raising her eyes to his. If you really want to give me something, you might—you might—

Helmer

Well, out with it!

Nora

Speaking quickly. You might give me money, Torvald. Only just as much as you can afford; and then one of these days I will buy something with it.

Helmer

But, Nora—

Nora

Oh, do! dear Torvald; please, please do! Then I will wrap it up in beautiful gilt paper and hang it on the Christmas tree. Wouldn’t that be fun?

Helmer

What are little people called that are always wasting money?

Nora

Spendthrifts—I know. Let us do as you suggest, Torvald, and then I shall have time to think what I am most in want of. That is a very sensible plan, isn’t it?

Helmer

Smiling. Indeed it is—that is to say, if you were really to save out of the money I give you, and then really buy something for yourself. But if you spend it all on the housekeeping and any number of unnecessary things, then I merely have to pay up again.

Nora

Oh but, Torvald—

Helmer

You can’t deny it, my dear little Nora. Puts his arm round her waist. It’s a sweet little spendthrift, but she uses up a deal of money. One would hardly believe how expensive such little persons are!

Nora

It’s a shame to say that. I do really save all I can.

Helmer

Laughing. That’s very true—all you can. But you can’t save anything!

Nora

Smiling quietly and happily. You haven’t any idea how many expenses we skylarks and squirrels have, Torvald.

Helmer

You are an odd little soul. Very like your father. You always find some new way of wheedling money out of me, and, as soon as you have got it, it seems to melt in your hands. You never know where it has gone. Still, one must take you as you are. It is in the blood; for indeed it is true that you can inherit these things, Nora.

Nora

Ah, I wish I had inherited many of Papa’s qualities.

Helmer

And I would not wish you to be anything but just what you are, my sweet little skylark. But, do you know, it strikes me that you are looking rather—what shall I say—rather uneasy today?

Nora

Do I?

Helmer

You do, really. Look straight at me.

Nora

Looks at him. Well?

Helmer

Wagging his finger at her. Hasn’t Miss Sweet Tooth been breaking rules in town today?

Nora

No; what makes you think that?

Helmer

Hasn’t she paid a visit to the confectioner’s?

Nora

No, I assure you, Torvald—

Helmer

Not been nibbling sweets?

Nora

No, certainly not.

Helmer

Not even taken a bite at a macaroon or two?

Nora

No, Torvald, I assure you really—

Helmer

There, there, of course I was only joking.

Nora

Going to the table on the right. I should not think of going against your wishes.

Helmer

No, I am sure of that; besides, you gave me your word—Going up to her. Keep your little Christmas secrets to yourself, my darling. They will all be revealed tonight when the Christmas tree is lit, no doubt.

Nora

Did you remember to invite Doctor Rank?

Helmer

No. But there is no need; as a matter of course he will come to dinner with us. However, I will ask him when he comes in this morning. I have ordered some good wine. Nora, you can’t think how I am looking forward to this evening.

Nora

So am I! And how the children will enjoy themselves, Torvald!

Helmer

It is splendid to feel that one has a perfectly safe appointment, and a big enough income. It’s delightful to think of, isn’t it?

Nora

It’s wonderful!

Helmer

Do you remember last Christmas? For a full three weeks beforehand you shut yourself up every evening until long after midnight, making ornaments for the Christmas tree, and all the other fine things that were to be a surprise to us. It was the dullest three weeks I ever spent!

Nora

I didn’t find it dull.

Helmer

Smiling. But there was precious little result, Nora.

Nora

Oh, you shouldn’t tease me about that again. How could I help the cat’s going in and tearing everything to pieces?

Helmer

Of course you couldn’t, poor little girl. You had the best of intentions to please us all, and that’s the main thing. But it is a good thing that our hard times are over.

Nora

Yes, it is really wonderful.

Helmer

This time I needn’t sit here and be dull all alone, and you needn’t ruin your dear eyes and your pretty little hands—

Nora

Clapping her hands. No, Torvald, I needn’t any longer, need I! It’s wonderfully lovely to hear you say so! Taking his arm. Now I will tell you how I have been thinking we ought to arrange things, Torvald. As soon as Christmas is over—A bell rings in the hall. There’s the bell. She tidies the room a little. There’s someone at the door. What a nuisance!

Helmer

If it is a caller, remember I am not at home.

Maid

In the doorway. A lady to see you, ma’am—a stranger.

Nora

Ask her to come in.

Maid

To Helmer. The doctor came at the same time, sir.

Helmer

Did he go straight into my room?

Maid

Yes, sir.

Helmer goes into his room. The Maid ushers in Mrs. Linde, who is in travelling dress, and shuts the door.

Mrs. Linde

In a dejected and timid voice. How do you do, Nora?

Nora

Doubtfully. How do you do—

Mrs. Linde

You don’t recognise me, I suppose.

Nora

No, I don’t know—yes, to be sure, I seem to—Suddenly. Yes! Christine! Is it really you?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, it is I.

Nora

Christine! To think of my not recognising you! And yet how could I—In a gentle voice. How you have altered, Christine!

Mrs. Linde

Yes, I have indeed. In nine, ten long years—

Nora

Is it so long since we met? I suppose it is. The last eight years have been a happy time for me, I can tell you. And so now you have come into the town, and have taken this long journey in winter—that was plucky of you.

Mrs. Linde

I arrived by steamer this morning.

Nora

To have some fun at Christmas-time, of course. How delightful! We will have such fun together! But take off your things. You are not cold, I hope. Helps her. Now we will sit down by the stove, and be cosy. No, take this armchair; I will sit here in the rocking chair. Takes her hands. Now you look like your old self again; it was only the first moment—You are a little paler, Christine, and perhaps a little thinner.

Mrs. Linde

And much, much older, Nora.

Nora

Perhaps a little older; very, very little; certainly not much. Stops suddenly and speaks seriously. What a thoughtless creature I am, chattering away like this. My poor, dear Christine, do forgive me.

Mrs. Linde

What do you mean, Nora?

Nora

Gently. Poor Christine, you are a widow.

Mrs. Linde

Yes; it is three years ago now.

Nora

Yes, I knew; I saw it in the papers. I assure you, Christine, I meant ever so often to write to you at the time, but I always put it off and something always prevented me.

Mrs. Linde

I quite understand, dear.

Nora

It was very bad of me, Christine. Poor thing, how you must have suffered. And he left you nothing?

Mrs. Linde

No.

Nora

And no children?

Mrs. Linde

No.

Nora

Nothing at all, then.

Mrs. Linde

Not even any sorrow or grief to live upon.

Nora

Looking incredulously at her. But, Christine, is that possible?

Mrs. Linde

Smiles sadly and strokes her hair. It sometimes happens, Nora.

Nora

So you are quite alone. How dreadfully sad that must be. I have three lovely children. You can’t see them just now, for they are out with their nurse. But now you must tell me all about it.

Mrs. Linde

No, no; I want to hear about you.

Nora

No, you must begin. I mustn’t be selfish today; today I must only think of your affairs. But there is one thing I must tell you. Do you know we have just had a great piece of good luck?

Mrs. Linde

No, what is it?

Nora

Just fancy, my husband has been made manager of the Bank!

Mrs. Linde

Your husband? What good luck!

Nora

Yes, tremendous! A barrister’s profession is such an uncertain thing, especially if he won’t undertake unsavoury cases; and naturally Torvald has never been willing to do that, and I quite agree with him. You may imagine how pleased we are! He is to take up his work in the Bank at the New Year, and then he will have a big salary and lots of commissions. For the future we can live quite differently—we can do just as we like. I feel so relieved and so happy, Christine! It will be splendid to have heaps of money and not need to have any anxiety, won’t it?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, anyhow I think it would be delightful to have what one needs.

Nora

No, not only what one needs, but heaps and heaps of money.

Mrs. Linde

Smiling. Nora, Nora, haven’t you learned sense yet? In our schooldays you were a great spendthrift.

Nora

Laughing. Yes, that is what Torvald says now. Wags her finger at her. But “Nora, Nora” is not so silly as you think. We have not been in a position for me to waste money. We have both had to work.

Mrs. Linde

You too?

Nora

Yes; odds and ends, needlework, crotchet work, embroidery, and that kind of thing. Dropping her voice. And other things as well. You know Torvald left his office when we were married? There was no prospect of promotion there, and he had to try and earn more than before. But during the first year he overworked himself dreadfully. You see, he had to make money every way he could, and he worked early and late; but he couldn’t stand it, and fell dreadfully ill, and the doctors said it was necessary for him to go south.

Mrs. Linde

You spent a whole year in Italy, didn’t you?

Nora

Yes. It was no easy matter to get away, I can tell you. It was just after Ivar was born; but naturally we had to go. It was a wonderfully beautiful journey, and it saved Torvald’s life. But it cost a tremendous lot of money, Christine.

Mrs. Linde

So I should think.

Nora

It cost about two hundred and fifty pounds. That’s a lot, isn’t it?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, and in emergencies like that it is lucky to have the money.

Nora

I ought to tell you that we had it from Papa.

Mrs. Linde

Oh, I see. It was just about that time that he died, wasn’t it?

Nora

Yes; and, just think of it, I couldn’t go and nurse him. I was expecting little Ivar’s birth every day and I had my poor sick Torvald to look after. My dear, kind father—I never saw him again, Christine. That was the saddest time I have known since our marriage.

Mrs. Linde

I know how fond you were of him. And then you went off to Italy?

Nora

Yes; you see we had money then, and the doctors insisted on our going, so we started a month later.

Mrs. Linde

And your husband came back quite well?

Nora

As sound as a bell!

Mrs. Linde

But—the doctor?

Nora

What doctor?

Mrs. Linde

I thought your maid said the gentleman who arrived here just as I did, was the doctor?

Nora

Yes, that was Doctor Rank, but he doesn’t come here professionally. He is our greatest friend, and comes in at least once every day. No, Torvald has not had an hour’s illness since then, and our children are strong and healthy and so am I. Jumps up and claps her hands. Christine! Christine! it’s good to be alive and happy!—But how horrid of me; I am talking of nothing but my own affairs. Sits on a stool near her, and rests her arms on her knees. You mustn’t be angry with me. Tell me, is it really true that you did not love your husband? Why did you marry him?

Mrs. Linde

My mother was alive then, and was bedridden and helpless, and I had to provide for my two younger brothers; so I did not think I was justified in refusing his offer.

Nora

No, perhaps you were quite right. He was rich at that time, then?

Mrs. Linde

I believe he was quite well off. But his business was a precarious one; and, when he died, it all went to pieces and there was nothing left.

Nora

And then?—

Mrs. Linde

Well, I had to turn my hand to anything I could find—first a small shop, then a small school, and so on. The last three years have seemed like one long working day, with no rest. Now it is at an end, Nora. My poor mother needs me no more, for she is gone; and the boys do not need me either; they have got situations and can shift for themselves.

Nora

What a relief you must feel if—

Mrs. Linde

No, indeed; I only feel my life unspeakably empty. No one to live for anymore. Gets up restlessly. That was why I could not stand the life in my little backwater any longer. I hope it may be easier here to find something which will busy me and occupy my thoughts. If only I could have the good luck to get some regular work—office work of some kind—

Nora

But, Christine, that is so frightfully tiring, and you look tired out now. You had far better go away to some watering-place.

Mrs. Linde

Walking to the window. I have no father to give me money for a journey, Nora.

Nora

Rising. Oh, don’t be angry with me!

Mrs. Linde

Going up to her. It is you that must not be angry with me, dear. The worst of a position like mine is that it makes one so bitter. No one to work for, and yet obliged to be always on the lookout for chances. One must live, and so one becomes selfish. When you told me of the happy turn your fortunes have taken—you will hardly believe it—I was delighted not so much on your account as on my own.

Nora

How do you mean?—Oh, I understand. You mean that perhaps Torvald could get you something to do.

Mrs. Linde

Yes, that was what I was thinking of.

Nora

He must, Christine. Just leave it to me; I will broach the subject very cleverly—I will think of something that will please him very much. It will make me so happy to be of some use to you.

Mrs. Linde

How kind you are, Nora, to be so anxious to help me! It is doubly kind in you, for you know so little of the burdens and troubles of life.

Nora

I—? I know so little of them?

Mrs. Linde

Smiling. My dear! Small household cares and that sort of thing!—You are a child, Nora.

Nora

Tosses her head and crosses the stage. You ought not to be so superior.

Mrs. Linde

No?

Nora

You are just like the others. They all think that I am incapable of anything really serious—

Mrs. Linde

Come, come—

Nora

—that I have gone through nothing in this world of cares.

Mrs. Linde

But, my dear Nora, you have just told me all your troubles.

Nora

Pooh!—those were trifles. Lowering her voice. I have not told you the important thing.

Mrs. Linde

The important thing? What do you mean?

Nora

You look down upon me altogether, Christine—but you ought not to. You are proud, aren’t you, of having worked so hard and so long for your mother?

Mrs. Linde

Indeed, I don’t look down on anyone. But it is true that I am both proud and glad to think that I was privileged to make the end of my mother’s life almost free from care.

Nora

And you are proud to think of what you have done for your brothers?

Mrs. Linde

I think I have the right to be.

Nora

I think so, too. But now, listen to this; I too have something to be proud and glad of.

Mrs. Linde

I have no doubt you have. But what do you refer to?

Nora

Speak low. Suppose Torvald were to hear! He mustn’t on any account—no one in the world must know, Christine, except you.

Mrs. Linde

But what is it?

Nora

Come here. Pulls her down on the sofa beside her. Now I will show you that I too have something to be proud and glad of. It was I who saved Torvald’s life.

Mrs. Linde

“Saved”? How?

Nora

I told you about our trip to Italy. Torvald would never have recovered if he had not gone there—

Mrs. Linde

Yes, but your father gave you the necessary funds.

Nora

Smiling. Yes, that is what Torvald and all the others think, but—

Mrs. Linde

But—

Nora

Papa didn’t give us a shilling. It was I who procured the money.

Mrs. Linde

You? All that large sum?

Nora

Two hundred and fifty pounds. What do you think of that?

Mrs. Linde

But, Nora, how could you possibly do it? Did you win a prize in the Lottery?

Nora

Contemptuously. In the Lottery? There would have been no credit in that.

Mrs. Linde

But where did you get it from, then?

Nora

Humming and smiling with an air of mystery. Hm, hm! Aha!

Mrs. Linde

Because you couldn’t have borrowed it.

Nora

Couldn’t I? Why not?

Mrs. Linde

No, a wife cannot borrow without her husband’s consent.

Nora

Tossing her head. Oh, if it is a wife who has any head for business—a wife who has the wit to be a little bit clever—

Mrs. Linde

I don’t understand it at all, Nora.

Nora

There is no need you should. I never said I had borrowed the money. I may have got it some other way. Lies back on the sofa. Perhaps I got it from some other admirer. When anyone is as attractive as I am—

Mrs. Linde

You are a mad creature.

Nora

Now, you know you’re full of curiosity, Christine.

Mrs. Linde

Listen to me, Nora dear. Haven’t you been a little bit imprudent?

Nora

Sits up straight. Is it imprudent to save your husband’s life?

Mrs. Linde

It seems to me imprudent, without his knowledge, to—

Nora

But it was absolutely necessary that he should not know! My goodness, can’t you understand that? It was necessary he should have no idea what a dangerous condition he was in. It was to me that the doctors came and said that his life was in danger, and that the only thing to save him was to live in the south. Do you suppose I didn’t try, first of all, to get what I wanted as if it were for myself? I told him how much I should love to travel abroad like other young wives; I tried tears and entreaties with him; I told him that he ought to remember the condition I was in, and that he ought to be kind and indulgent to me; I even hinted that he might raise a loan. That nearly made him angry, Christine. He said I was thoughtless, and that it was his duty as my husband not to indulge me in my whims and caprices—as I believe he called them. Very well, I thought, you must be saved—and that was how I came to devise a way out of the difficulty—

Mrs. Linde

And did your husband never get to know from your father that the money had not come from him?

Nora

No, never. Papa died just at that time. I had meant to let him into the secret and beg him never to reveal it. But he was so ill then—alas, there never was any need to tell him.

Mrs. Linde

And since then have you never told your secret to your husband?

Nora

Good Heavens, no! How could you think so? A man who has such strong opinions about these things! And besides, how painful and humiliating it would be for Torvald, with his manly independence, to know that he owed me anything! It would upset our mutual relations altogether; our beautiful happy home would no longer be what it is now.

Mrs. Linde

Do you mean never to tell him about it?

Nora

Meditatively, and with a half smile. Yes—someday, perhaps, after many years, when I am no longer as nice-looking as I am now. Don’t laugh at me! I mean, of course, when Torvald is no longer as devoted to me as he is now; when my dancing and dressing up and reciting have palled on him; then it may be a good thing to have something in reserve—Breaking off. What nonsense! That time will never come. Now, what do you think of my great secret, Christine? Do you still think I am of no use? I can tell you, too, that this affair has caused me a lot of worry. It has been by no means easy for me to meet my engagements punctually. I may tell you that there is something that is called, in business, quarterly interest, and another thing called payment in installments, and it is always so dreadfully difficult to manage them. I have had to save a little here and there, where I could, you understand. I have not been able to put aside much from my housekeeping money, for Torvald must have a good table. I couldn’t let my children be shabbily dressed; I have felt obliged to use up all he gave me for them, the sweet little darlings!

Mrs. Linde

So it has all had to come out of your own necessaries of life, poor Nora?

Nora

Of course. Besides, I was the one responsible for it. Whenever Torvald has given me money for new dresses and such things, I have never spent more than half of it; I have always bought the simplest and cheapest things. Thank Heaven, any clothes look well on me, and so Torvald has never noticed it. But it was often very hard on me, Christine—because it is delightful to be really well dressed, isn’t it?

Mrs. Linde

Quite so.

Nora

Well, then I have found other ways of earning money. Last winter I was lucky enough to get a lot of copying to do; so I locked myself up and sat writing every evening until quite late at night. Many a time I was desperately tired; but all the same it was a tremendous pleasure to sit there working and earning money. It was like being a man.

Mrs. Linde

How much have you been able to pay off in that way?

Nora

I can’t tell you exactly. You see, it is very difficult to keep an account of a business matter of that kind. I only know that I have paid every penny that I could scrape together. Many a time I was at my wits’ end. Smiles. Then I used to sit here and imagine that a rich old gentleman had fallen in love with me—

Mrs. Linde

What! Who was it?

Nora

Be quiet!—that he had died; and that when his will was opened it contained, written in big letters, the instruction: “The lovely Mrs. Nora Helmer is to have all I possess paid over to her at once in cash.”

Mrs. Linde

But, my dear Nora—who could the man be?

Nora

Good gracious, can’t you understand? There was no old gentleman at all; it was only something that I used to sit here and imagine, when I couldn’t think of any way of procuring money. But it’s all the same now; the tiresome old person can stay where he is, as far as I am concerned; I don’t care about him or his will either, for I am free from care now. Jumps up. My goodness, it’s delightful to think of, Christine! Free from care! To be able to be free from care, quite free from care; to be able to play and romp with the children; to be able to keep the house beautifully and have everything just as Torvald likes it! And, think of it, soon the spring will come and the big blue sky! Perhaps we shall be able to take a little trip—perhaps I shall see the sea again! Oh, it’s a wonderful thing to be alive and be happy. A bell is heard in the hall.

Mrs. Linde

Rising. There is the bell; perhaps I had better go.

Nora

No, don’t go; no one will come in here; it is sure to be for Torvald.

Servant

At the hall door. Excuse me, ma’am—there is a gentleman to see the master, and as the doctor is with him—

Nora

Who is it?

Krogstad

At the door. It is I, Mrs. Helmer. Mrs. Linde starts, trembles, and turns to the window.

Nora

Takes a step towards him, and speaks in a strained, low voice. You? What is it? What do you want to see my husband about?

Krogstad

Bank business—in a way. I have a small post in the Bank, and I hear your husband is to be our chief now—

Nora

Then it is—

Krogstad

Nothing but dry business matters, Mrs. Helmer; absolutely nothing else.

Nora

Be so good as to go into the study, then. She bows indifferently to him and shuts the door into the hall; then comes back and makes up the fire in the stove.

Mrs. Linde

Nora—who was that man?

Nora

A lawyer, of the name of Krogstad.

Mrs. Linde

Then it really was he.

Nora

Do you know the man?

Mrs. Linde

I used to—many years ago. At one time he was a solicitor’s clerk in our town.

Nora

Yes, he was.

Mrs. Linde

He is greatly altered.

Nora

He made a very unhappy marriage.

Mrs. Linde

He is a widower now, isn’t he?

Nora

With several children. There now, it is burning up. Shuts the door of the stove and moves the rocking chair aside.

Mrs. Linde

They say he carries on various kinds of business.

Nora

Really! Perhaps he does; I don’t know anything about it. But don’t let us think of business; it is so tiresome.

Doctor Rank

Comes out of Helmer’s study. Before he shuts the door he calls to him. No, my dear fellow, I won’t disturb you; I would rather go in to your wife for a little while. Shuts the door and sees Mrs. Linde. I beg your pardon; I am afraid I am disturbing you too.

Nora

No, not at all. Introducing him. Doctor Rank, Mrs. Linde.

Rank

I have often heard Mrs. Linde’s name mentioned here. I think I passed you on the stairs when I arrived, Mrs. Linde?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, I go up very slowly; I can’t manage stairs well.

Rank

Ah! some slight internal weakness?

Mrs. Linde

No, the fact is I have been overworking myself.

Rank

Nothing more than that? Then I suppose you have come to town to amuse yourself with our entertainments?

Mrs. Linde

I have come to look for work.

Rank

Is that a good cure for overwork?

Mrs. Linde

One must live, Doctor Rank.

Rank

Yes, the general opinion seems to be that it is necessary.

Nora

Look here, Doctor Rank—you know you want to live.

Rank

Certainly. However wretched I may feel, I want to prolong the agony as long as possible. All my patients are like that. And so are those who are morally diseased; one of them, and a bad case too, is at this very moment with Helmer—

Mrs. Linde

Sadly. Ah!

Nora

Whom do you mean?

Rank

A lawyer of the name of Krogstad, a fellow you don’t know at all. He suffers from a diseased moral character, Mrs. Helmer; but even he began talking of its being highly important that he should live.

Nora

Did he? What did he want to speak to Torvald about?

Rank

I have no idea; I only heard that it was something about the Bank.

Nora

I didn’t know this—what’s his name—Krogstad had anything to do with the Bank.

Rank

Yes, he has some sort of appointment there. To Mrs. Linde. I don’t know whether you find also in your part of the world that there are certain people who go zealously snuffing about to smell out moral corruption, and, as soon as they have found some, put the person concerned into some lucrative position where they can keep their eye on him. Healthy natures are left out in the cold.

Mrs. Linde

Still I think the sick are those who most need taking care of.

Rank

Shrugging his shoulders. Yes, there you are. That is the sentiment that is turning Society into a sick house.

Nora, who has been absorbed in her thoughts, breaks out into smothered laughter and claps her hands.

Rank

Why do you laugh at that? Have you any notion what Society really is?

Nora

What do I care about tiresome Society? I am laughing at something quite different, something extremely amusing. Tell me, Doctor Rank, are all the people who are employed in the Bank dependent on Torvald now?

Rank

Is that what you find so extremely amusing?

Nora

Smiling and humming. That’s my affair! Walking about the room. It’s perfectly glorious to think that we have—that Torvald has so much power over so many people. Takes the packet from her pocket. Doctor Rank, what do you say to a macaroon?

Rank

What, macaroons? I thought they were forbidden here.

Nora

Yes, but these are some Christine gave me.

Mrs. Linde

What! I?—

Nora

Oh, well, don’t be alarmed! You couldn’t know that Torvald had forbidden them. I must tell you that he is afraid they will spoil my teeth. But, bah!—once in a way—That’s so, isn’t it, Doctor Rank? By your leave! Puts a macaroon into his mouth. You must have one too, Christine. And I shall have one, just a little one—or at most two. Walking about. I am tremendously happy. There is just one thing in the world now that I should dearly love to do.

Rank

Well, what is that?

Nora

It’s something I should dearly love to say, if Torvald could hear me.

Rank

Well, why can’t you say it?

Nora

No, I daren’t; it’s so shocking.

Mrs. Linde

Shocking?

Rank

Well, I should not advise you to say it. Still, with us you might. What is it you would so much like to say if Torvald could hear you?

Nora

I should just love to say—Well, I’m damned!

Rank

Are you mad?

Mrs. Linde

Nora, dear—!

Rank

Say it, here he is!

Nora

Hiding the packet. Hush! Hush! Hush! Helmer comes out of his room, with his coat over his arm and his hat in his hand.

Nora

Well, Torvald dear, have you got rid of him?

Helmer

Yes, he has just gone.

Nora

Let me introduce you—this is Christine, who has come to town.

Helmer

Christine—? Excuse me, but I don’t know—

Nora

Mrs. Linde, dear; Christine Linde.

Helmer

Of course. A school friend of my wife’s, I presume?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, we have known each other since then.

Nora

And just think, she has taken a long journey in order to see you.

Helmer

What do you mean?

Mrs. Linde

No, really, I—

Nora

Christine is tremendously clever at bookkeeping, and she is frightfully anxious to work under some clever man, so as to perfect herself—

Helmer

Very sensible, Mrs. Linde.

Nora

And when she heard you had been appointed manager of the Bank—the news was telegraphed, you know—she travelled here as quick as she could. Torvald, I am sure you will be able to do something for Christine, for my sake, won’t you?

Helmer

Well, it is not altogether impossible. I presume you are a widow, Mrs. Linde?

Mrs. Linde

Yes.

Helmer

And have had some experience of bookkeeping?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, a fair amount.

Helmer

Ah! well, it’s very likely I may be able to find something for you—

Nora

Clapping her hands. What did I tell you? What did I tell you?

Helmer

You have just come at a fortunate moment, Mrs. Linde.

Mrs. Linde

How am I to thank you?

Helmer

There is no need. Puts on his coat. But today you must excuse me—

Rank

Wait a minute; I will come with you. Brings his fur coat from the hall and warms it at the fire.

Nora

Don’t be long away, Torvald dear.

Helmer

About an hour, not more.

Nora

Are you going too, Christine?

Mrs. Linde

Putting on her cloak. Yes, I must go and look for a room.

Helmer

Oh, well then, we can walk down the street together.

Nora

Helping her. What a pity it is we are so short of space here; I am afraid it is impossible for us—

Mrs. Linde

Please don’t think of it! Goodbye, Nora dear, and many thanks.

Nora

Goodbye for the present. Of course you will come back this evening. And you too, Dr. Rank. What do you say? If you are well enough? Oh, you must be! Wrap yourself up well. They go to the door all talking together. Children’s voices are heard on the staircase.

Nora

There they are! There they are! She runs to open the door. The Nurse comes in with the children. Come in! Come in! Stoops and kisses them. Oh, you sweet blessings! Look at them, Christine! Aren’t they darlings?

Rank

Don’t let us stand here in the draught.

Helmer

Come along, Mrs. Linde; the place will only be bearable for a mother now!

Rank, Helmer, and Mrs. Linde go downstairs. The Nurse comes forward with the children; Nora shuts the hall door.

Nora

How fresh and well you look! Such red cheeks like apples and roses. The children all talk at once while she speaks to them. Have you had great fun? That’s splendid! What, you pulled both Emmy and Bob along on the sledge?—both at once?—that was good. You are a clever boy, Ivar. Let me take her for a little, Anne. My sweet little baby doll! Takes the baby from the Maid and dances it up and down. Yes, yes, Mother will dance with Bob too. What! Have you been snowballing? I wish I had been there too! No, no, I will take their things off, Anne; please let me do it, it is such fun. Go in now, you look half frozen. There is some hot coffee for you on the stove.

The Nurse goes into the room on the left. Nora takes off the children’s things and throws them about, while they all talk to her at once.

Nora

Really! Did a big dog run after you? But it didn’t bite you? No, dogs don’t bite nice little dolly children. You mustn’t look at the parcels, Ivar. What are they? Ah, I daresay you would like to know. No, no—it’s something nasty! Come, let us have a game! What shall we play at? Hide and Seek? Yes, we’ll play Hide and Seek. Bob shall hide first. Must I hide? Very well, I’ll hide first. She and the children laugh and shout, and romp in and out of the room; at last Nora hides under the table, the children rush in and out for her, but do not see her; they hear her smothered laughter, run to the table, lift up the cloth and find her. Shouts of laughter. She crawls forward and pretends to frighten them. Fresh laughter. Meanwhile there has been a knock at the hall door, but none of them has noticed it. The door is half opened, and Krogstad appears, he waits a little; the game goes on.

Krogstad

Excuse me, Mrs. Helmer.

Nora

With a stifled cry, turns round and gets up on to her knees. Ah! what do you want?

Krogstad

Excuse me, the outer door was ajar; I suppose someone forgot to shut it.

Nora

Rising. My husband is out, Mr. Krogstad.

Krogstad

I know that.

Nora

What do you want here, then?

Krogstad

A word with you.

Nora

With me?—To the children, gently. Go in to nurse. What? No, the strange man won’t do Mother any harm. When he has gone we will have another game. She takes the children into the room on the left, and shuts the door after them. You want to speak to me?

Krogstad

Yes, I do.

Nora

Today? It is not the first of the month yet.

Krogstad

No, it is Christmas Eve, and it will depend on yourself what sort of a Christmas you will spend.

Nora

What do you mean? Today it is absolutely impossible for me—

Krogstad

We won’t talk about that until later on. This is something different. I presume you can give me a moment?

Nora

Yes—yes, I can—although—

Krogstad

Good. I was in Olsen’s Restaurant and saw your husband going down the street—

Nora

Yes?

Krogstad

With a lady.

Nora

What then?

Krogstad

May I make so bold as to ask if it was a Mrs. Linde?

Nora

It was.

Krogstad

Just arrived in town?

Nora

Yes, today.

Krogstad

She is a great friend of yours, isn’t she?

Nora

She is. But I don’t see—

Krogstad

I knew her too, once upon a time.

Nora

I am aware of that.

Krogstad

Are you? So you know all about it; I thought as much. Then I can ask you, without beating about the bush—is Mrs. Linde to have an appointment in the Bank?

Nora

What right have you to question me, Mr. Krogstad?—You, one of my husband’s subordinates! But since you ask, you shall know. Yes, Mrs. Linde is to have an appointment. And it was I who pleaded her cause, Mr. Krogstad, let me tell you that.

Krogstad

I was right in what I thought, then.

Nora

Walking up and down the stage. Sometimes one has a tiny little bit of influence, I should hope. Because one is a woman, it does not necessarily follow that—. When anyone is in a subordinate position, Mr. Krogstad, they should really be careful to avoid offending anyone who—who—

Krogstad

Who has influence?

Nora

Exactly.

Krogstad

Changing his tone. Mrs. Helmer, you will be so good as to use your influence on my behalf.

Nora

What? What do you mean?

Krogstad

You will be so kind as to see that I am allowed to keep my subordinate position in the Bank.

Nora

What do you mean by that? Who proposes to take your post away from you?

Krogstad

Oh, there is no necessity to keep up the pretence of ignorance. I can quite understand that your friend is not very anxious to expose herself to the chance of rubbing shoulders with me; and I quite understand, too, whom I have to thank for being turned off.

Nora

But I assure you—

Krogstad

Very likely; but, to come to the point, the time has come when I should advise you to use your influence to prevent that.

Nora

But, Mr. Krogstad, I have no influence.

Krogstad

Haven’t you? I thought you said yourself just now—

Nora

Naturally I did not mean you to put that construction on it. I! What should make you think I have any influence of that kind with my husband?

Krogstad

Oh, I have known your husband from our student days. I don’t suppose he is any more unassailable than other husbands.

Nora

If you speak slightingly of my husband, I shall turn you out of the house.

Krogstad

You are bold, Mrs. Helmer.

Nora

I am not afraid of you any longer. As soon as the New Year comes, I shall in a very short time be free of the whole thing.

Krogstad

Controlling himself. Listen to me, Mrs. Helmer. If necessary, I am prepared to fight for my small post in the Bank as if I were fighting for my life.

Nora

So it seems.

Krogstad

It is not only for the sake of the money; indeed, that weighs least with me in the matter. There is another reason—well, I may as well tell you. My position is this. I daresay you know, like everybody else, that once, many years ago, I was guilty of an indiscretion.

Nora

I think I have heard something of the kind.

Krogstad

The matter never came into court; but every way seemed to be closed to me after that. So I took to the business that you know of. I had to do something; and, honestly, I don’t think I’ve been one of the worst. But now I must cut myself free from all that. My sons are growing up; for their sake I must try and win back as much respect as I can in the town. This post in the Bank was like the first step up for me—and now your husband is going to kick me downstairs again into the mud.

Nora

But you must believe me, Mr. Krogstad; it is not in my power to help you at all.

Krogstad

Then it is because you haven’t the will; but I have means to compel you.

Nora

You don’t mean that you will tell my husband that I owe you money?

Krogstad

Hm!—suppose I were to tell him?

Nora

It would be perfectly infamous of you. Sobbing. To think of his learning my secret, which has been my joy and pride, in such an ugly, clumsy way—that he should learn it from you! And it would put me in a horribly disagreeable position—

Krogstad

Only disagreeable?

Nora

Impetuously. Well, do it, then!—and it will be the worse for you. My husband will see for himself what a blackguard you are, and you certainly won’t keep your post then.

Krogstad

I asked you if it was only a disagreeable scene at home that you were afraid of?

Nora

If my husband does get to know of it, of course he will at once pay you what is still owing, and we shall have nothing more to do with you.

Krogstad

Coming a step nearer. Listen to me, Mrs. Helmer. Either you have a very bad memory or you know very little of business. I shall be obliged to remind you of a few details.

Nora

What do you mean?

Krogstad

When your husband was ill, you came to me to borrow two hundred and fifty pounds.

Nora

I didn’t know anyone else to go to.

Krogstad

I promised to get you that amount—

Nora

Yes, and you did so.

Krogstad

I promised to get you that amount, on certain conditions. Your mind was so taken up with your husband’s illness, and you were so anxious to get the money for your journey, that you seem to have paid no attention to the conditions of our bargain. Therefore it will not be amiss if I remind you of them. Now, I promised to get the money on the security of a bond which I drew up.

Nora

Yes, and which I signed.

Krogstad

Good. But below your signature there were a few lines constituting your father a surety for the money; those lines your father should have signed.

Nora

Should? He did sign them.

Krogstad

I had left the date blank; that is to say, your father should himself have inserted the date on which he signed the paper. Do you remember that?

Nora

Yes, I think I remember—

Krogstad

Then I gave you the bond to send by post to your father. Is that not so?

Nora

Yes.

Krogstad

And you naturally did so at once, because five or six days afterwards you brought me the bond with your father’s signature. And then I gave you the money.

Nora

Well, haven’t I been paying it off regularly?

Krogstad

Fairly so, yes. But—to come back to the matter in hand—that must have been a very trying time for you, Mrs. Helmer?

Nora

It was, indeed.

Krogstad

Your father was very ill, wasn’t he?

Nora

He was very near his end.

Krogstad

And died soon afterwards?

Nora

Yes.

Krogstad

Tell me, Mrs. Helmer, can you by any chance remember what day your father died?—on what day of the month, I mean.

Nora

Papa died on the 29th of September.

Krogstad

That is correct; I have ascertained it for myself. And, as that is so, there is a discrepancy taking a paper from his pocket which I cannot account for.

Nora

What discrepancy? I don’t know—

Krogstad

The discrepancy consists, Mrs. Helmer, in the fact that your father signed this bond three days after his death.

Nora

What do you mean? I don’t understand—

Krogstad

Your father died on the 29th of September. But, look here; your father has dated his signature the 2nd of October. It is a discrepancy, isn’t it? Nora is silent. Can you explain it to me? Nora is still silent. It is a remarkable thing, too, that the words “2nd of October,” as well as the year, are not written in your father’s handwriting but in one that I think I know. Well, of course it can be explained; your father may have forgotten to date his signature, and someone else may have dated it haphazard before they knew of his death. There is no harm in that. It all depends on the signature of the name; and that is genuine, I suppose, Mrs. Helmer? It was your father himself who signed his name here?

Nora

After a short pause, throws her head up and looks defiantly at him. No, it was not. It was I that wrote Papa’s name.

Krogstad

Are you aware that is a dangerous confession?

Nora

In what way? You shall have your money soon.

Krogstad

Let me ask you a question; why did you not send the paper to your father?

Nora

It was impossible; Papa was so ill. If I had asked him for his signature, I should have had to tell him what the money was to be used for; and when he was so ill himself I couldn’t tell him that my husband’s life was in danger—it was impossible.

Krogstad

It would have been better for you if you had given up your trip abroad.

Nora

No, that was impossible. That trip was to save my husband’s life; I couldn’t give that up.

Krogstad

But did it never occur to you that you were committing a fraud on me?

Nora

I couldn’t take that into account; I didn’t trouble myself about you at all. I couldn’t bear you, because you put so many heartless difficulties in my way, although you knew what a dangerous condition my husband was in.

Krogstad

Mrs. Helmer, you evidently do not realise clearly what it is that you have been guilty of. But I can assure you that my one false step, which lost me all my reputation, was nothing more or nothing worse than what you have done.

Nora

You? Do you ask me to believe that you were brave enough to run a risk to save your wife’s life?

Krogstad

The law cares nothing about motives.

Nora

Then it must be a very foolish law.

Krogstad

Foolish or not, it is the law by which you will be judged, if I produce this paper in court.

Nora

I don’t believe it. Is a daughter not to be allowed to spare her dying father anxiety and care? Is a wife not to be allowed to save her husband’s life? I don’t know much about law; but I am certain that there must be laws permitting such things as that. Have you no knowledge of such laws—you who are a lawyer? You must be a very poor lawyer, Mr. Krogstad.

Krogstad

Maybe. But matters of business—such business as you and I have had together—do you think I don’t understand that? Very well. Do as you please. But let me tell you this—if I lose my position a second time, you shall lose yours with me. He bows, and goes out through the hall.

Nora

Appears buried in thought for a short time, then tosses her head. Nonsense! Trying to frighten me like that!—I am not so silly as he thinks. Begins to busy herself putting the children’s things in order. And yet—? No, it’s impossible! I did it for love’s sake.

The Children

In the doorway on the left. Mother, the stranger man has gone out through the gate.

Nora

Yes, dears, I know. But, don’t tell anyone about the stranger man. Do you hear? Not even Papa.

Children

No, Mother; but will you come and play again?

Nora

No, no—not now.

Children

But, Mother, you promised us.

Nora

Yes, but I can’t now. Run away in; I have such a lot to do. Run away in, my sweet little darlings. She gets them into the room by degrees and shuts the door on them; then sits down on the sofa, takes up a piece of needlework and sews a few stitches, but soon stops. No! Throws down the work, gets up, goes to the hall door and calls out. Helen! bring the tree in. Goes to the table on the left, opens a drawer, and stops again. No, no! it is quite impossible!

Maid

Coming in with the tree. Where shall I put it, ma’am?

Nora

Here, in the middle of the floor.

Maid

Shall I get you anything else?

Nora

No, thank you. I have all I want. Exit Maid.

Nora

Begins dressing the tree. A candle here—and flowers here—The horrible man! It’s all nonsense—there’s nothing wrong. The tree shall be splendid! I will do everything I can think of to please you, Torvald!—I will sing for you, dance for you—Helmer comes in with some papers under his arm. Oh! are you back already?

Helmer

Yes. Has anyone been here?

Nora

Here? No.

Helmer

That is strange. I saw Krogstad going out of the gate.

Nora

Did you? Oh yes, I forgot, Krogstad was here for a moment.

Helmer

Nora, I can see from your manner that he has been here begging you to say a good word for him.

Nora

Yes.

Helmer

And you were to appear to do it of your own accord; you were to conceal from me the fact of his having been here; didn’t he beg that of you too?

Nora

Yes, Torvald, but—

Helmer

Nora, Nora, and you would be a party to that sort of thing? To have any talk with a man like that, and give him any sort of promise? And to tell me a lie into the bargain?

Nora

A lie—?

Helmer

Didn’t you tell me no one had been here? Shakes his finger at her. My little songbird must never do that again. A songbird must have a clean beak to chirp with—no false notes! Puts his arm round her waist. That is so, isn’t it? Yes, I am sure it is. Lets her go. We will say no more about it. Sits down by the stove. How warm and snug it is here! Turns over his papers.

Nora

After a short pause, during which she busies herself with the Christmas tree. Torvald!

Helmer

Yes.

Nora

I am looking forward tremendously to the fancy-dress ball at the Stenborgs’ the day after tomorrow.

Helmer

And I am tremendously curious to see what you are going to surprise me with.

Nora

It was very silly of me to want to do that.

Helmer

What do you mean?

Nora

I can’t hit upon anything that will do; everything I think of seems so silly and insignificant.

Helmer

Does my little Nora acknowledge that at last?

Nora

Standing behind his chair with her arms on the back of it. Are you very busy, Torvald?

Helmer

Well—

Nora

What are all those papers?

Helmer

Bank business.

Nora

Already?

Helmer

I have got authority from the retiring manager to undertake the necessary changes in the staff and in the rearrangement of the work; and I must make use of the Christmas week for that, so as to have everything in order for the new year.

Nora

Then that was why this poor Krogstad—

Helmer

Hm!

Nora

Leans against the back of his chair and strokes his hair. If you hadn’t been so busy I should have asked you a tremendously big favour, Torvald.

Helmer

What is that? Tell me.

Nora

There is no one has such good taste as you. And I do so want to look nice at the fancy-dress ball. Torvald, couldn’t you take me in hand and decide what I shall go as, and what sort of a dress I shall wear?

Helmer

Aha! so my obstinate little woman is obliged to get someone to come to her rescue?

Nora

Yes, Torvald, I can’t get along a bit without your help.

Helmer

Very well, I will think it over, we shall manage to hit upon something.

Nora

That is nice of you. Goes to the Christmas tree. A short pause. How pretty the red flowers look—. But, tell me, was it really something very bad that this Krogstad was guilty of?

Helmer

He forged someone’s name. Have you any idea what that means?

Nora

Isn’t it possible that he was driven to do it by necessity?

Helmer

Yes; or, as in so many cases, by imprudence. I am not so heartless as to condemn a man altogether because of a single false step of that kind.

Nora

No, you wouldn’t, would you, Torvald?

Helmer

Many a man has been able to retrieve his character, if he has openly confessed his fault and taken his punishment.

Nora

Punishment—?

Helmer

But Krogstad did nothing of that sort; he got himself out of it by a cunning trick, and that is why he has gone under altogether.

Nora

But do you think it would—?

Helmer

Just think how a guilty man like that has to lie and play the hypocrite with everyone, how he has to wear a mask in the presence of those near and dear to him, even before his own wife and children. And about the children—that is the most terrible part of it all, Nora.

Nora

How?

Helmer

Because such an atmosphere of lies infects and poisons the whole life of a home. Each breath the children take in such a house is full of the germs of evil.

Nora

Coming nearer him. Are you sure of that?

Helmer

My dear, I have often seen it in the course of my life as a lawyer. Almost everyone who has gone to the bad early in life has had a deceitful mother.

Nora

Why do you only say—mother?

Helmer

It seems most commonly to be the mother’s influence, though naturally a bad father’s would have the same result. Every lawyer is familiar with the fact. This Krogstad, now, has been persistently poisoning his own children with lies and dissimulation; that is why I say he has lost all moral character. Holds out his hands to her. That is why my sweet little Nora must promise me not to plead his cause. Give me your hand on it. Come, come, what is this? Give me your hand. There now, that’s settled. I assure you it would be quite impossible for me to work with him; I literally feel physically ill when I am in the company of such people.

Nora

Takes her hand out of his and goes to the opposite side of the Christmas tree. How hot it is in here; and I have such a lot to do.

Helmer

Getting up and putting his papers in order. Yes, and I must try and read through some of these before dinner; and I must think about your costume, too. And it is just possible I may have something ready in gold paper to hang up on the tree. Puts his hand on her head. My precious little singing-bird! He goes into his room and shuts the door after him.

Nora

After a pause, whispers. No, no—it isn’t true. It’s impossible; it must be impossible.

The Nurse opens the door on the left.

Nurse

The little ones are begging so hard to be allowed to come in to mamma.

Nora

No, no, no! Don’t let them come in to me! You stay with them, Anne.

Nurse

Very well, ma’am. Shuts the door.

Nora

Pale with terror. Deprave my little children? Poison my home? A short pause. Then she tosses her head. It’s not true. It can’t possibly be true.

Act II

The Christmas tree is in the corner by the piano, stripped of its ornaments and with burnt-down candle-ends on its dishevelled branches. Nora’s cloak and hat are lying on the sofa.

Nora is alone in the room, walking about uneasily. She stops by the sofa and takes up her cloak.

Nora

Drops her cloak. Someone is coming now! Goes to the door and listens. No—it is no one. Of course, no one will come today, Christmas Day—nor tomorrow either. But, perhaps—Opens the door and looks out. No, nothing in the letterbox; it is quite empty. Comes forward. What rubbish! of course he can’t be in earnest about it. Such a thing couldn’t happen; it is impossible—I have three little children.

Enter the Nurse from the room on the left, carrying a big cardboard box.

Nurse

At last I have found the box with the fancy dress.

Nora

Thanks; put it on the table.

Nurse

Doing so. But it is very much in want of mending.

Nora

I should like to tear it into a hundred thousand pieces.

Nurse

What an idea! It can easily be put in order—just a little patience.

Nora

Yes, I will go and get Mrs. Linde to come and help me with it.

Nurse

What, out again? In this horrible weather? You will catch cold, ma’am, and make yourself ill.

Nora

Well, worse than that might happen. How are the children?

Nurse

The poor little souls are playing with their Christmas presents, but—

Nora

Do they ask much for me?

Nurse

You see, they are so accustomed to have their mamma with them.

Nora

Yes, but, nurse, I shall not be able to be so much with them now as I was before.

Nurse

Oh well, young children easily get accustomed to anything.

Nora

Do you think so? Do you think they would forget their mother if she went away altogether?

Nurse

Good heavens!—went away altogether?

Nora

Nurse, I want you to tell me something I have often wondered about—how could you have the heart to put your own child out among strangers?

Nurse

I was obliged to, if I wanted to be little Nora’s nurse.

Nora

Yes, but how could you be willing to do it?

Nurse

What, when I was going to get such a good place by it? A poor girl who has got into trouble should be glad to. Besides, that wicked man didn’t do a single thing for me.

Nora

But I suppose your daughter has quite forgotten you.

Nurse

No, indeed she hasn’t. She wrote to me when she was confirmed, and when she was married.

Nora

Putting her arms round her neck. Dear old Anne, you were a good mother to me when I was little.

Nurse

Little Nora, poor dear, had no other mother but me.

Nora

And if my little ones had no other mother, I am sure you would—What nonsense I am talking! Opens the box. Go in to them. Now I must—. You will see tomorrow how charming I shall look.

Nurse

I am sure there will be no one at the ball so charming as you, ma’am. Goes into the room on the left.

Nora

Begins to unpack the box, but soon pushes it away from her. If only I dared go out. If only no one would come. If only I could be sure nothing would happen here in the meantime. Stuff and nonsense! No one will come. Only I mustn’t think about it. I will brush my muff. What lovely, lovely gloves! Out of my thoughts, out of my thoughts! One, two, three, four, five, six—Screams. Ah! there is someone coming—. Makes a movement towards the door, but stands irresolute.

Enter Mrs. Linde from the hall, where she has taken off her cloak and hat.

Nora

Oh, it’s you, Christine. There is no one else out there, is there? How good of you to come!

Mrs. Linde

I heard you were up asking for me.

Nora

Yes, I was passing by. As a matter of fact, it is something you could help me with. Let us sit down here on the sofa. Look here. Tomorrow evening there is to be a fancy-dress ball at the Stenborgs’, who live above us; and Torvald wants me to go as a Neapolitan fisher-girl, and dance the Tarantella that I learned at Capri.

Mrs. Linde

I see; you are going to keep up the character.

Nora

Yes, Torvald wants me to. Look, here is the dress; Torvald had it made for me there, but now it is all so torn, and I haven’t any idea—

Mrs. Linde

We will easily put that right. It is only some of the trimming come unsewn here and there. Needle and thread? Now then, that’s all we want.

Nora

It is nice of you.

Mrs. Linde

Sewing. So you are going to be dressed up tomorrow Nora. I will tell you what—I shall come in for a moment and see you in your fine feathers. But I have completely forgotten to thank you for a delightful evening yesterday.

Nora

Gets up, and crosses the stage. Well, I don’t think yesterday was as pleasant as usual. You ought to have come to town a little earlier, Christine. Certainly Torvald does understand how to make a house dainty and attractive.

Mrs. Linde

And so do you, it seems to me; you are not your father’s daughter for nothing. But tell me, is Doctor Rank always as depressed as he was yesterday?

Nora

No; yesterday it was very noticeable. I must tell you that he suffers from a very dangerous disease. He has consumption of the spine, poor creature. His father was a horrible man who committed all sorts of excesses; and that is why his son was sickly from childhood, do you understand?

Mrs. Linde

Dropping her sewing. But, my dearest Nora, how do you know anything about such things?

Nora

Walking about. Pooh! When you have three children, you get visits now and then from—from married women, who know something of medical matters, and they talk about one thing and another.

Mrs. Linde

Goes on sewing. A short silence. Does Doctor Rank come here everyday?

Nora

Everyday regularly. He is Torvald’s most intimate friend, and a great friend of mine too. He is just like one of the family.

Mrs. Linde

But tell me this—is he perfectly sincere? I mean, isn’t he the kind of man that is very anxious to make himself agreeable?

Nora

Not in the least. What makes you think that?

Mrs. Linde

When you introduced him to me yesterday, he declared he had often heard my name mentioned in this house; but afterwards I noticed that your husband hadn’t the slightest idea who I was. So how could Doctor Rank—?

Nora

That is quite right, Christine. Torvald is so absurdly fond of me that he wants me absolutely to himself, as he says. At first he used to seem almost jealous if I mentioned any of the dear folk at home, so naturally I gave up doing so. But I often talk about such things with Doctor Rank, because he likes hearing about them.

Mrs. Linde

Listen to me, Nora. You are still very like a child in many things, and I am older than you in many ways and have a little more experience. Let me tell you this—you ought to make an end of it with Doctor Rank.

Nora

What ought I to make an end of?

Mrs. Linde

Of two things, I think. Yesterday you talked some nonsense about a rich admirer who was to leave you money—

Nora

An admirer who doesn’t exist, unfortunately! But what then?

Mrs. Linde

Is Doctor Rank a man of means?

Nora

Yes, he is.

Mrs. Linde

And has no one to provide for?

Nora

No, no one; but—

Mrs. Linde

And comes here everyday?

Nora

Yes, I told you so.

Mrs. Linde

But how can this well-bred man be so tactless?

Nora

I don’t understand you at all.

Mrs. Linde

Don’t prevaricate, Nora. Do you suppose I don’t guess who lent you the two hundred and fifty pounds?

Nora

Are you out of your senses? How can you think of such a thing! A friend of ours, who comes here everyday! Do you realise what a horribly painful position that would be?

Mrs. Linde

Then it really isn’t he?

Nora

No, certainly not. It would never have entered into my head for a moment. Besides, he had no money to lend then; he came into his money afterwards.

Mrs. Linde

Well, I think that was lucky for you, my dear Nora.

Nora

No, it would never have come into my head to ask Doctor Rank. Although I am quite sure that if I had asked him—

Mrs. Linde

But of course you won’t.

Nora

Of course not. I have no reason to think it could possibly be necessary. But I am quite sure that if I told Doctor Rank—

Mrs. Linde

Behind your husband’s back?

Nora

I must make an end of it with the other one, and that will be behind his back too. I must make an end of it with him.

Mrs. Linde

Yes, that is what I told you yesterday, but—

Nora

Walking up and down. A man can put a thing like that straight much easier than a woman—

Mrs. Linde

One’s husband, yes.

Nora

Nonsense! Standing still. When you pay off a debt you get your bond back, don’t you?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, as a matter of course.

Nora

And can tear it into a hundred thousand pieces, and burn it up—the nasty dirty paper!

Mrs. Linde

Looks hard at her, lays down her sewing and gets up slowly. Nora, you are concealing something from me.

Nora

Do I look as if I were?

Mrs. Linde

Something has happened to you since yesterday morning. Nora, what is it?

Nora

Going nearer to her. Christine! Listens. Hush! there’s Torvald come home. Do you mind going in to the children for the present? Torvald can’t bear to see dressmaking going on. Let Anne help you.

Mrs. Linde

Gathering some of the things together. Certainly—but I am not going away from here until we have had it out with one another. She goes into the room on the left, as Helmer comes in from the hall.

Nora

Going up to Helmer. I have wanted you so much, Torvald dear.

Helmer

Was that the dressmaker?

Nora

No, it was Christine; she is helping me to put my dress in order. You will see I shall look quite smart.

Helmer

Wasn’t that a happy thought of mine, now?

Nora

Splendid! But don’t you think it is nice of me, too, to do as you wish?

Helmer

Nice?—because you do as your husband wishes? Well, well, you little rogue, I am sure you did not mean it in that way. But I am not going to disturb you; you will want to be trying on your dress, I expect.

Nora

I suppose you are going to work.

Helmer

Yes. Shows her a bundle of papers. Look at that. I have just been into the bank. Turns to go into his room.

Nora

Torvald.

Helmer

Yes.

Nora

If your little squirrel were to ask you for something very, very prettily—?

Helmer

What then?

Nora

Would you do it?

Helmer

I should like to hear what it is, first.

Nora

Your squirrel would run about and do all her tricks if you would be nice, and do what she wants.

Helmer

Speak plainly.

Nora

Your skylark would chirp about in every room, with her song rising and falling—

Helmer

Well, my skylark does that anyhow.

Nora

I would play the fairy and dance for you in the moonlight, Torvald.

Helmer

Nora—you surely don’t mean that request you made to me this morning?

Nora

Going near him. Yes, Torvald, I beg you so earnestly—

Helmer

Have you really the courage to open up that question again?

Nora

Yes, dear, you must do as I ask; you must let Krogstad keep his post in the bank.

Helmer

My dear Nora, it is his post that I have arranged Mrs. Linde shall have.

Nora

Yes, you have been awfully kind about that; but you could just as well dismiss some other clerk instead of Krogstad.

Helmer

This is simply incredible obstinacy! Because you chose to give him a thoughtless promise that you would speak for him, I am expected to—

Nora

That isn’t the reason, Torvald. It is for your own sake. This fellow writes in the most scurrilous newspapers; you have told me so yourself. He can do you an unspeakable amount of harm. I am frightened to death of him—

Helmer

Ah, I understand; it is recollections of the past that scare you.

Nora

What do you mean?

Helmer

Naturally you are thinking of your father.

Nora

Yes—yes, of course. Just recall to your mind what these malicious creatures wrote in the papers about Papa, and how horribly they slandered him. I believe they would have procured his dismissal if the Department had not sent you over to inquire into it, and if you had not been so kindly disposed and helpful to him.

Helmer

My little Nora, there is an important difference between your father and me. Your father’s reputation as a public official was not above suspicion. Mine is, and I hope it will continue to be so, as long as I hold my office.

Nora

You never can tell what mischief these men may contrive. We ought to be so well off, so snug and happy here in our peaceful home, and have no cares—you and I and the children, Torvald! That is why I beg you so earnestly—

Helmer

And it is just by interceding for him that you make it impossible for me to keep him. It is already known at the Bank that I mean to dismiss Krogstad. Is it to get about now that the new manager has changed his mind at his wife’s bidding—

Nora

And what if it did?

Helmer

Of course!—if only this obstinate little person can get her way! Do you suppose I am going to make myself ridiculous before my whole staff, to let people think that I am a man to be swayed by all sorts of outside influence? I should very soon feel the consequences of it, I can tell you! And besides, there is one thing that makes it quite impossible for me to have Krogstad in the Bank as long as I am manager.

Nora

Whatever is that?

Helmer

His moral failings I might perhaps have overlooked, if necessary—

Nora

Yes, you could—couldn’t you?

Helmer

And I hear he is a good worker, too. But I knew him when we were boys. It was one of those rash friendships that so often prove an incubus in afterlife. I may as well tell you plainly, we were once on very intimate terms with one another. But this tactless fellow lays no restraint on himself when other people are present. On the contrary, he thinks it gives him the right to adopt a familiar tone with me, and every minute it is “I say, Helmer, old fellow!” and that sort of thing. I assure you it is extremely painful for me. He would make my position in the Bank intolerable.

Nora

Torvald, I don’t believe you mean that.

Helmer

Don’t you? Why not?

Nora

Because it is such a narrow-minded way of looking at things.

Helmer

What are you saying? Narrow-minded? Do you think I am narrow-minded?

Nora

No, just the opposite, dear—and it is exactly for that reason.

Helmer

It’s the same thing. You say my point of view is narrow-minded, so I must be so too. Narrow-minded! Very well—I must put an end to this. Goes to the hall door and calls. Helen!

Nora

What are you going to do?

Helmer

Looking among his papers. Settle it. Enter Maid. Look here; take this letter and go downstairs with it at once. Find a messenger and tell him to deliver it, and be quick. The address is on it, and here is the money.

Maid

Very well, sir. Exit with the letter.

Helmer

Putting his papers together. Now then, little Miss Obstinate.

Nora

Breathlessly. Torvald—what was that letter?

Helmer

Krogstad’s dismissal.

Nora

Call her back, Torvald! There is still time. Oh Torvald, call her back! Do it for my sake—for your own sake—for the children’s sake! Do you hear me, Torvald? Call her back! You don’t know what that letter can bring upon us.

Helmer

It’s too late.

Nora

Yes, it’s too late.

Helmer

My dear Nora, I can forgive the anxiety you are in, although really it is an insult to me. It is, indeed. Isn’t it an insult to think that I should be afraid of a starving quill-driver’s vengeance? But I forgive you nevertheless, because it is such eloquent witness to your great love for me. Takes her in his arms. And that is as it should be, my own darling Nora. Come what will, you may be sure I shall have both courage and strength if they be needed. You will see I am man enough to take everything upon myself.

Nora

In a horror-stricken voice. What do you mean by that?

Helmer

Everything, I say—

Nora

Recovering herself. You will never have to do that.

Helmer

That’s right. Well, we will share it, Nora, as man and wife should. That is how it shall be. Caressing her. Are you content now? There! There!—not these frightened dove’s eyes! The whole thing is only the wildest fancy!—Now, you must go and play through the Tarantella and practise with your tambourine. I shall go into the inner office and shut the door, and I shall hear nothing; you can make as much noise as you please. Turns back at the door. And when Rank comes, tell him where he will find me. Nods to her, takes his papers and goes into his room, and shuts the door after him.

Nora

Bewildered with anxiety, stands as if rooted to the spot, and whispers. He was capable of doing it. He will do it. He will do it in spite of everything.—No, not that! Never, never! Anything rather than that! Oh, for some help, some way out of it! The doorbell rings. Doctor Rank! Anything rather than that—anything, whatever it is! She puts her hands over her face, pulls herself together, goes to the door and opens it. Rank is standing without, hanging up his coat. During the following dialogue it begins to grow dark.

Nora

Good day, Doctor Rank. I knew your ring. But you mustn’t go in to Torvald now; I think he is busy with something.

Rank

And you?

Nora

Brings him in and shuts the door after him. Oh, you know very well I always have time for you.

Rank

Thank you. I shall make use of as much of it as I can.

Nora

What do you mean by that? As much of it as you can?

Rank

Well, does that alarm you?

Nora

It was such a strange way of putting it. Is anything likely to happen?

Rank

Nothing but what I have long been prepared for. But I certainly didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

Nora

Gripping him by the arm. What have you found out? Doctor Rank, you must tell me.

Rank

Sitting down by the stove. It is all up with me. And it can’t be helped.

Nora

With a sigh of relief. Is it about yourself?

Rank

Who else? It is no use lying to one’s self. I am the most wretched of all my patients, Mrs. Helmer. Lately I have been taking stock of my internal economy. Bankrupt! Probably within a month I shall lie rotting in the churchyard.

Nora

What an ugly thing to say!

Rank

The thing itself is cursedly ugly, and the worst of it is that I shall have to face so much more that is ugly before that. I shall only make one more examination of myself; when I have done that, I shall know pretty certainly when it will be that the horrors of dissolution will begin. There is something I want to tell you. Helmer’s refined nature gives him an unconquerable disgust at everything that is ugly; I won’t have him in my sickroom.

Nora

Oh, but, Doctor Rank—

Rank

I won’t have him there. Not on any account. I bar my door to him. As soon as I am quite certain that the worst has come, I shall send you my card with a black cross on it, and then you will know that the loathsome end has begun.

Nora

You are quite absurd today. And I wanted you so much to be in a really good humour.

Rank

With death stalking beside me?—To have to pay this penalty for another man’s sin? Is there any justice in that? And in every single family, in one way or another, some such inexorable retribution is being exacted—

Nora

Putting her hands over her ears. Rubbish! Do talk of something cheerful.

Rank

Oh, it’s a mere laughing matter, the whole thing. My poor innocent spine has to suffer for my father’s youthful amusements.

Nora

Sitting at the table on the left. I suppose you mean that he was too partial to asparagus and pate de foie gras, don’t you?

Rank

Yes, and to truffles.

Nora

Truffles, yes. And oysters too, I suppose?

Rank

Oysters, of course, that goes without saying.

Nora

And heaps of port and champagne. It is sad that all these nice things should take their revenge on our bones.

Rank

Especially that they should revenge themselves on the unlucky bones of those who have not had the satisfaction of enjoying them.

Nora

Yes, that’s the saddest part of it all.

Rank

With a searching look at her. Hm!—

Nora

After a short pause. Why did you smile?

Rank

No, it was you that laughed.

Nora

No, it was you that smiled, Doctor Rank!

Rank

Rising. You are a greater rascal than I thought.

Nora

I am in a silly mood today.

Rank

So it seems.

Nora

Putting her hands on his shoulders. Dear, dear Doctor Rank, death mustn’t take you away from Torvald and me.

Rank

It is a loss you would easily recover from. Those who are gone are soon forgotten.

Nora

Looking at him anxiously. Do you believe that?

Rank

People form new ties, and then—

Nora

Who will form new ties?

Rank

Both you and Helmer, when I am gone. You yourself are already on the high road to it, I think. What did that Mrs. Linde want here last night?

Nora

Oho!—you don’t mean to say you are jealous of poor Christine?

Rank

Yes, I am. She will be my successor in this house. When I am done for, this woman will—

Nora

Hush! don’t speak so loud. She is in that room.

Rank

Today again. There, you see.

Nora

She has only come to sew my dress for me. Bless my soul, how unreasonable you are! Sits down on the sofa. Be nice now, Doctor Rank, and tomorrow you will see how beautifully I shall dance, and you can imagine I am doing it all for you—and for Torvald too, of course. Takes various things out of the box. Doctor Rank, come and sit down here, and I will show you something.

Rank

Sitting down. What is it?

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.

Nora

Smiling. I believe you do feel thoroughly at home with us.

Rank

In a lower voice, looking straight in front of him. And to be obliged to leave it all—

Nora

Nonsense, you are not going to leave it.

Rank

As before. And not be able to leave behind one the slightest token of one’s gratitude, scarcely even a fleeting regret—nothing but an empty place which the first comer can fill as well as any other.

Nora

And if I asked you now for a—? No!

Rank

For what?

Nora

For a big proof of your friendship—

Rank

Yes, yes!

Nora

I mean a tremendously big favour—

Rank

Would you really make me so happy for once?

Nora

Ah, but you don’t know what it is yet.

Rank

No—but tell me.

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—forever?

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.

Nora

Yes—you see there are some people one loves best, and others whom one would almost always rather have as companions.

Rank

Yes, there is something in that.

Nora

When I was at home, of course I loved Papa best. But I always thought it tremendous fun if I could steal down into the maids’ room, because they never moralised at all, and talked to each other about such entertaining things.

Rank

I see—it is their place I have taken.

Nora

Jumping up and going to him. Oh, dear, nice Doctor Rank, I never meant that at all. But surely you can understand that being with Torvald is a little like being with Papa—Enter Maid from the hall.

Maid

If you please, ma’am. Whispers and hands her a card.

Nora

Glancing at the card. Oh! Puts it in her pocket.

Rank

Is there anything wrong?

Nora

No, no, not in the least. It is only something—it is my new dress—

Rank

What? Your dress is lying there.

Nora

Oh, yes, that one; but this is another. I ordered it. Torvald mustn’t know about it—

Rank

Oho! Then that was the great secret.

Nora

Of course. Just go in to him; he is sitting in the inner room. Keep him as long as—

Rank

Make your mind easy; I won’t let him escape.

Goes into Helmer’s room.

Nora

To the Maid. And he is standing waiting in the kitchen?

Maid

Yes; he came up the back stairs.

Nora

But didn’t you tell him no one was in?

Maid

Yes, but it was no good.

Nora

He won’t go away?

Maid

No; he says he won’t until he has seen you, ma’am.

Nora

Well, let him come in—but quietly. Helen, you mustn’t say anything about it to anyone. It is a surprise for my husband.

Maid

Yes, ma’am, I quite understand. Exit.

Nora

This dreadful thing is going to happen! It will happen in spite of me! No, no, no, it can’t happen—it shan’t happen! She bolts the door of Helmer’s room. The Maid opens the hall door for Krogstad and shuts it after him. He is wearing a fur coat, high boots and a fur cap.

Nora

Advancing towards him. Speak low—my husband is at home.

Krogstad

No matter about that.

Nora

What do you want of me?

Krogstad

An explanation of something.

Nora

Make haste then. What is it?

Krogstad

You know, I suppose, that I have got my dismissal.

Nora

I couldn’t prevent it, Mr. Krogstad. I fought as hard as I could on your side, but it was no good.

Krogstad

Does your husband love you so little, then? He knows what I can expose you to, and yet he ventures—

Nora

How can you suppose that he has any knowledge of the sort?

Krogstad

I didn’t suppose so at all. It would not be the least like our dear Torvald Helmer to show so much courage—

Nora

Mr. Krogstad, a little respect for my husband, please.

Krogstad

Certainly—all the respect he deserves. But since you have kept the matter so carefully to yourself, I make bold to suppose that you have a little clearer idea, than you had yesterday, of what it actually is that you have done?

Nora

More than you could ever teach me.

Krogstad

Yes, such a bad lawyer as I am.

Nora

What is it you want of me?

Krogstad

Only to see how you were, Mrs. Helmer. I have been thinking about you all day long. A mere cashier, a quill-driver, a—well, a man like me—even he has a little of what is called feeling, you know.

Nora

Show it, then; think of my little children.

Krogstad

Have you and your husband thought of mine? But never mind about that. I only wanted to tell you that you need not take this matter too seriously. In the first place there will be no accusation made on my part.

Nora

No, of course not; I was sure of that.

Krogstad

The whole thing can be arranged amicably; there is no reason why anyone should know anything about it. It will remain a secret between us three.

Nora

My husband must never get to know anything about it.

Krogstad

How will you be able to prevent it? Am I to understand that you can pay the balance that is owing?

Nora

No, not just at present.

Krogstad

Or perhaps that you have some expedient for raising the money soon?

Nora

No expedient that I mean to make use of.

Krogstad

Well, in any case, it would have been of no use to you now. If you stood there with ever so much money in your hand, I would never part with your bond.

Nora

Tell me what purpose you mean to put it to.

Krogstad

I shall only preserve it—keep it in my possession. No one who is not concerned in the matter shall have the slightest hint of it. So that if the thought of it has driven you to any desperate resolution—

Nora

It has.

Krogstad

If you had it in your mind to run away from your home—

Nora

I had.

Krogstad

Or even something worse—

Nora

How could you know that?

Krogstad

Give up the idea.

Nora

How did you know I had thought of that?

Krogstad

Most of us think of that at first. I did, too—but I hadn’t the courage.

Nora

Faintly. No more had I.

Krogstad

In a tone of relief. No, that’s it, isn’t it—you hadn’t the courage either?

Nora

No, I haven’t—I haven’t.

Krogstad

Besides, it would have been a great piece of folly. Once the first storm at home is over—. I have a letter for your husband in my pocket.

Nora

Telling him everything?

Krogstad

In as lenient a manner as I possibly could.

Nora

Quickly. He mustn’t get the letter. Tear it up. I will find some means of getting money.

Krogstad

Excuse me, Mrs. Helmer, but I think I told you just now—

Nora

I am not speaking of what I owe you. Tell me what sum you are asking my husband for, and I will get the money.

Krogstad

I am not asking your husband for a penny.

Nora

What do you want, then?

Krogstad

I will tell you. I want to rehabilitate myself, Mrs. Helmer; I want to get on; and in that your husband must help me. For the last year and a half I have not had a hand in anything dishonourable, amid all that time I have been struggling in most restricted circumstances. I was content to work my way up step by step. Now I am turned out, and I am not going to be satisfied with merely being taken into favour again. I want to get on, I tell you. I want to get into the Bank again, in a higher position. Your husband must make a place for me—

Nora

That he will never do!

Krogstad

He will; I know him; he dare not protest. And as soon as I am in there again with him, then you will see! Within a year I shall be the manager’s right hand. It will be Nils Krogstad and not Torvald Helmer who manages the Bank.

Nora

That’s a thing you will never see!

Krogstad

Do you mean that you will—?

Nora

I have courage enough for it now.

Krogstad

Oh, you can’t frighten me. A fine, spoilt lady like you—

Nora

You will see, you will see.

Krogstad

Under the ice, perhaps? Down into the cold, coal-black water? And then, in the spring, to float up to the surface, all horrible and unrecognisable, with your hair fallen out—

Nora

You can’t frighten me.

Krogstad

Nor you me. People don’t do such things, Mrs. Helmer. Besides, what use would it be? I should have him completely in my power all the same.

Nora

Afterwards? When I am no longer—

Krogstad

Have you forgotten that it is I who have the keeping of your reputation? Nora stands speechlessly looking at him. Well, now, I have warned you. Do not do anything foolish. When Helmer has had my letter, I shall expect a message from him. And be sure you remember that it is your husband himself who has forced me into such ways as this again. I will never forgive him for that. Goodbye, Mrs. Helmer. Exit through the hall.

Nora

Goes to the hall door, opens it slightly and listens. He is going. He is not putting the letter in the box. Oh no, no! that’s impossible! Opens the door by degrees. What is that? He is standing outside. He is not going downstairs. Is he hesitating? Can he—? A letter drops into the box; then Krogstad’s footsteps are heard, until they die away as he goes downstairs. Nora utters a stifled cry, and runs across the room to the table by the sofa. A short pause.

Nora

In the letter box. Steals across to the hall door. There it lies—Torvald, Torvald, there is no hope for us now!

Mrs. Linde comes in from the room on the left, carrying the dress.

Mrs. Linde

There, I can’t see anything more to mend now. Would you like to try it on—?

Nora

In a hoarse whisper. Christine, come here.

Mrs. Linde

Throwing the dress down on the sofa. What is the matter with you? You look so agitated!

Nora

Come here. Do you see that letter? There, look—you can see it through the glass in the letter box.

Mrs. Linde

Yes, I see it.

Nora

That letter is from Krogstad.

Mrs. Linde

Nora—it was Krogstad who lent you the money!

Nora

Yes, and now Torvald will know all about it.

Mrs. Linde

Believe me, Nora, that’s the best thing for both of you.

Nora

You don’t know all. I forged a name.

Mrs. Linde

Good heavens—!

Nora

I only want to say this to you, Christine—you must be my witness.

Mrs. Linde

Your witness? What do you mean? What am I to—?

Nora

If I should go out of my mind—and it might easily happen—

Mrs. Linde

Nora!

Nora

Or if anything else should happen to me—anything, for instance, that might prevent my being here—

Mrs. Linde

Nora! Nora! you are quite out of your mind.

Nora

And if it should happen that there were someone who wanted to take all the responsibility, all the blame, you understand—

Mrs. Linde

Yes, yes—but how can you suppose—?

Nora

Then you must be my witness, that it is not true, Christine. I am not out of my mind at all; I am in my right senses now, and I tell you no one else has known anything about it; I, and I alone, did the whole thing. Remember that.

Mrs. Linde

I will, indeed. But I don’t understand all this.

Nora

How should you understand it? A wonderful thing is going to happen!

Mrs. Linde

A wonderful thing?

Nora

Yes, a wonderful thing!—But it is so terrible, Christine; it mustn’t happen, not for all the world.

Mrs. Linde

I will go at once and see Krogstad.

Nora

Don’t go to him; he will do you some harm.

Mrs. Linde

There was a time when he would gladly do anything for my sake.

Nora

He?

Mrs. Linde

Where does he live?

Nora

How should I know—? Yes, feeling in her pocket here is his card. But the letter, the letter—!

Helmer

Calls from his room, knocking at the door. Nora!

Nora

Cries out anxiously. Oh, what’s that? What do you want?

Helmer

Don’t be so frightened. We are not coming in; you have locked the door. Are you trying on your dress?

Nora

Yes, that’s it. I look so nice, Torvald.

Mrs. Linde

Who has read the card. I see he lives at the corner here.

Nora

Yes, but it’s no use. It is hopeless. The letter is lying there in the box.

Mrs. Linde

And your husband keeps the key?

Nora

Yes, always.

Mrs. Linde

Krogstad must ask for his letter back unread, he must find some pretence—

Nora

But it is just at this time that Torvald generally—

Mrs. Linde

You must delay him. Go in to him in the meantime. I will come back as soon as I can. She goes out hurriedly through the hall door.

Nora

Goes to Helmer’s door, opens it and peeps in. Torvald!

Helmer

From the inner room. Well? May I venture at last to come into my own room again? Come along, Rank, now you will see—Halting in the doorway. But what is this?

Nora

What is what, dear?

Helmer

Rank led me to expect a splendid transformation.

Rank

In the doorway. I understood so, but evidently I was mistaken.

Nora

Yes, nobody is to have the chance of admiring me in my dress until tomorrow.

Helmer

But, my dear Nora, you look so worn out. Have you been practising too much?

Nora

No, I have not practised at all.

Helmer

But you will need to—

Nora

Yes, indeed I shall, Torvald. But I can’t get on a bit without you to help me; I have absolutely forgotten the whole thing.

Helmer

Oh, we will soon work it up again.

Nora

Yes, help me, Torvald. Promise that you will! I am so nervous about it—all the people—. You must give yourself up to me entirely this evening. Not the tiniest bit of business—you mustn’t even take a pen in your hand. Will you promise, Torvald dear?

Helmer

I promise. This evening I will be wholly and absolutely at your service, you helpless little mortal. Ah, by the way, first of all I will just—Goes towards the hall door.

Nora

What are you going to do there?

Helmer

Only see if any letters have come.

Nora

No, no! don’t do that, Torvald!

Helmer

Why not?

Nora

Torvald, please don’t. There is nothing there.

Helmer

Well, let me look. Turns to go to the letter box. Nora, at the piano, plays the first bars of the Tarantella. Helmer stops in the doorway. Aha!

Nora

I can’t dance tomorrow if I don’t practise with you.

Helmer

Going up to her. Are you really so afraid of it, dear?

Nora

Yes, so dreadfully afraid of it. Let me practise at once; there is time now, before we go to dinner. Sit down and play for me, Torvald dear; criticise me, and correct me as you play.

Helmer

With great pleasure, if you wish me to. Sits down at the piano.

Nora

Takes out of the box a tambourine and a long variegated shawl. She hastily drapes the shawl round her. Then she springs to the front of the stage and calls out. Now play for me! I am going to dance!

Helmer plays and Nora dances. Rank stands by the piano behind Helmer, and looks on.

Helmer

As he plays. Slower, slower!

Nora

I can’t do it any other way.

Helmer

Not so violently, Nora!

Nora

This is the way.

Helmer

Stops playing. No, no—that is not a bit right.

Nora

Laughing and swinging the tambourine. Didn’t I tell you so?

Rank

Let me play for her.

Helmer

Getting up. Yes, do. I can correct her better then.

Rank sits down at the piano and plays. Nora dances more and more wildly. Helmer has taken up a position beside the stove, and during her dance gives her frequent instructions. She does not seem to hear him; her hair comes down and falls over her shoulders; she pays no attention to it, but goes on dancing. Enter Mrs. Linde.

Mrs. Linde

Standing as if spellbound in the doorway. Oh!—

Nora

As she dances. Such fun, Christine!

Helmer

My dear darling Nora, you are dancing as if your life depended on it.

Nora

So it does.

Helmer

Stop, Rank; this is sheer madness. Stop, I tell you! Rank stops playing, and Nora suddenly stands still. Helmer goes up to her. I could never have believed it. You have forgotten everything I taught you.

Nora

Throwing away the tambourine. There, you see.

Helmer

You will want a lot of coaching.

Nora

Yes, you see how much I need it. You must coach me up to the last minute. Promise me that, Torvald!

Helmer

You can depend on me.

Nora

You must not think of anything but me, either today or tomorrow; you mustn’t open a single letter—not even open the letter box—

Helmer

Ah, you are still afraid of that fellow—

Nora

Yes, indeed I am.

Helmer

Nora, I can tell from your looks that there is a letter from him lying there.

Nora

I don’t know; I think there is; but you must not read anything of that kind now. Nothing horrid must come between us until this is all over.

Rank

Whispers to Helmer. You mustn’t contradict her.

Helmer

Taking her in his arms. The child shall have her way. But tomorrow night, after you have danced—

Nora

Then you will be free. The Maid appears in the doorway to the right.

Maid

Dinner is served, ma’am.

Nora

We will have champagne, Helen.

Maid

Very good, ma’am. Exit.

Helmer

Hullo!—are we going to have a banquet?

Nora

Yes, a champagne banquet until the small hours. Calls out. And a few macaroons, Helen—lots, just for once!

Helmer

Come, come, don’t be so wild and nervous. Be my own little skylark, as you used.

Nora

Yes, dear, I will. But go in now and you too, Doctor Rank. Christine, you must help me to do up my hair.

Rank

Whispers to Helmer as they go out. I suppose there is nothing—she is not expecting anything?

Helmer

Far from it, my dear fellow; it is simply nothing more than this childish nervousness I was telling you of. They go into the right-hand room.

Nora

Well!

Mrs. Linde

Gone out of town.

Nora

I could tell from your face.

Mrs. Linde

He is coming home tomorrow evening. I wrote a note for him.

Nora

You should have let it alone; you must prevent nothing. After all, it is splendid to be waiting for a wonderful thing to happen.

Mrs. Linde

What is it that you are waiting for?

Nora

Oh, you wouldn’t understand. Go in to them, I will come in a moment. Mrs. Linde goes into the dining room. Nora stands still for a little while, as if to compose herself. Then she looks at her watch. Five o’clock. Seven hours until midnight; and then four-and-twenty hours until the next midnight. Then the Tarantella will be over. Twenty-four and seven? Thirty-one hours to live.

Helmer

From the doorway on the right. Where’s my little skylark?

Nora

Going to him with her arms outstretched. Here she is!

Act III

The table has been placed in the middle of the stage, with chairs around it. A lamp is burning on the table. The door into the hall stands open. Dance music is heard in the room above.

Mrs. Linde is sitting at the table idly turning over the leaves of a book; she tries to read, but does not seem able to collect her thoughts. Every now and then she listens intently for a sound at the outer door.

Mrs. Linde

Looking at her watch. Not yet—and the time is nearly up. If only he does not—. Listens again. Ah, there he is. Goes into the hall and opens the outer door carefully. Light footsteps are heard on the stairs. She whispers. Come in. There is no one here.

Krogstad

In the doorway. I found a note from you at home. What does this mean?

Mrs. Linde

It is absolutely necessary that I should have a talk with you.

Krogstad

Really? And is it absolutely necessary that it should be here?

Mrs. Linde

It is impossible where I live; there is no private entrance to my rooms. Come in; we are quite alone. The maid is asleep, and the Helmers are at the dance upstairs.

Krogstad

Coming into the room. Are the Helmers really at a dance tonight?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, why not?

Krogstad

Certainly—why not?

Mrs. Linde

Now, Nils, let us have a talk.

Krogstad

Can we two have anything to talk about?

Mrs. Linde

We have a great deal to talk about.

Krogstad

I shouldn’t have thought so.

Mrs. Linde

No, you have never properly understood me.

Krogstad

Was there anything else to understand except what was obvious to all the world—a heartless woman jilts a man when a more lucrative chance turns up?

Mrs. Linde

Do you believe I am as absolutely heartless as all that? And do you believe that I did it with a light heart?

Krogstad

Didn’t you?

Mrs. Linde

Nils, did you really think that?

Krogstad

If it were as you say, why did you write to me as you did at the time?

Mrs. Linde

I could do nothing else. As I had to break with you, it was my duty also to put an end to all that you felt for me.

Krogstad

Wringing his hands. So that was it. And all this—only for the sake of money!

Mrs. Linde

You must not forget that I had a helpless mother and two little brothers. We couldn’t wait for you, Nils; your prospects seemed hopeless then.

Krogstad

That may be so, but you had no right to throw me over for anyone else’s sake.

Mrs. Linde

Indeed I don’t know. Many a time did I ask myself if I had the right to do it.

Krogstad

More gently. When I lost you, it was as if all the solid ground went from under my feet. Look at me now—I am a shipwrecked man clinging to a bit of wreckage.

Mrs. Linde

But help may be near.

Krogstad

It was near; but then you came and stood in my way.

Mrs. Linde

Unintentionally, Nils. It was only today that I learned it was your place I was going to take in the Bank.

Krogstad

I believe you, if you say so. But now that you know it, are you not going to give it up to me?

Mrs. Linde

No, because that would not benefit you in the least.

Krogstad

Oh, benefit, benefit—I would have done it whether or no.

Mrs. Linde

I have learned to act prudently. Life, and hard, bitter necessity have taught me that.

Krogstad

And life has taught me not to believe in fine speeches.

Mrs. Linde

Then life has taught you something very reasonable. But deeds you must believe in?

Krogstad

What do you mean by that?

Mrs. Linde

You said you were like a shipwrecked man clinging to some wreckage.

Krogstad

I had good reason to say so.

Mrs. Linde

Well, I am like a shipwrecked woman clinging to some wreckage—no one to mourn for, no one to care for.

Krogstad

It was your own choice.

Mrs. Linde

There was no other choice—then.

Krogstad

Well, what now?

Mrs. Linde

Nils, how would it be if we two shipwrecked people could join forces?

Krogstad

What are you saying?

Mrs. Linde

Two on the same piece of wreckage would stand a better chance than each on their own.

Krogstad

Christine I …

Mrs. Linde

What do you suppose brought me to town?

Krogstad

Do you mean that you gave me a thought?

Mrs. Linde

I could not endure life without work. All my life, as long as I can remember, I have worked, and it has been my greatest and only pleasure. But now I am quite alone in the world—my life is so dreadfully empty and I feel so forsaken. There is not the least pleasure in working for one’s self. Nils, give me someone and something to work for.

Krogstad

I don’t trust that. It is nothing but a woman’s overstrained sense of generosity that prompts you to make such an offer of yourself.

Mrs. Linde

Have you ever noticed anything of the sort in me?

Krogstad

Could you really do it? Tell me—do you know all about my past life?

Mrs. Linde

Yes.

Krogstad

And do you know what they think of me here?

Mrs. Linde

You seemed to me to imply that with me you might have been quite another man.

Krogstad

I am certain of it.

Mrs. Linde

Is it too late now?

Krogstad

Christine, are you saying this deliberately? Yes, I am sure you are. I see it in your face. Have you really the courage, then—?

Mrs. Linde

I want to be a mother to someone, and your children need a mother. We two need each other. Nils, I have faith in your real character—I can dare anything together with you.

Krogstad

Grasps her hands. Thanks, thanks, Christine! Now I shall find a way to clear myself in the eyes of the world. Ah, but I forgot—

Mrs. Linde

Listening. Hush! The Tarantella! Go, go!

Krogstad

Why? What is it?

Mrs. Linde

Do you hear them up there? When that is over, we may expect them back.

Krogstad

Yes, yes—I will go. But it is all no use. Of course you are not aware what steps I have taken in the matter of the Helmers.

Mrs. Linde

Yes, I know all about that.

Krogstad

And in spite of that have you the courage to—?

Mrs. Linde

I understand very well to what lengths a man like you might be driven by despair.

Krogstad

If I could only undo what I have done!

Mrs. Linde

You cannot. Your letter is lying in the letter box now.

Krogstad

Are you sure of that?

Mrs. Linde

Quite sure, but—

Krogstad

With a searching look at her. Is that what it all means?—that you want to save your friend at any cost? Tell me frankly. Is that it?

Mrs. Linde

Nils, a woman who has once sold herself for another’s sake, doesn’t do it a second time.

Krogstad

I will ask for my letter back.

Mrs. Linde

No, no.

Krogstad

Yes, of course I will. I will wait here until Helmer comes; I will tell him he must give me my letter back—that it only concerns my dismissal—that he is not to read it—

Mrs. Linde

No, Nils, you must not recall your letter.

Krogstad

But, tell me, wasn’t it for that very purpose that you asked me to meet you here?

Mrs. Linde

In my first moment of fright, it was. But twenty-four hours have elapsed since then, and in that time I have witnessed incredible things in this house. Helmer must know all about it. This unhappy secret must be disclosed; they must have a complete understanding between them, which is impossible with all this concealment and falsehood going on.

Krogstad

Very well, if you will take the responsibility. But there is one thing I can do in any case, and I shall do it at once.

Mrs. Linde

Listening. You must be quick and go! The dance is over; we are not safe a moment longer.

Krogstad

I will wait for you below.

Mrs. Linde

Yes, do. You must see me back to my door …

Krogstad

I have never had such an amazing piece of good fortune in my life! Goes out through the outer door. The door between the room and the hall remains open.

Mrs. Linde

Tidying up the room and laying her hat and cloak ready. What a difference! what a difference! Someone to work for and live for—a home to bring comfort into. That I will do, indeed. I wish they would be quick and come—Listens. Ah, there they are now. I must put on my things. Takes up her hat and cloak. Helmer’s and Nora’s voices are heard outside; a key is turned, and Helmer brings Nora almost by force into the hall. She is in an Italian costume with a large black shawl around her; he is in evening dress, and a black domino which is flying open.

Nora

Hanging back in the doorway, and struggling with him. No, no, no!—don’t take me in. I want to go upstairs again; I don’t want to leave so early.

Helmer

But, my dearest Nora—

Nora

Please, Torvald dear—please, please—only an hour more.

Helmer

Not a single minute, my sweet Nora. You know that was our agreement. Come along into the room; you are catching cold standing there. He brings her gently into the room, in spite of her resistance.

Mrs. Linde

Good evening.

Nora

Christine!

Helmer

You here, so late, Mrs. Linde?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, you must excuse me; I was so anxious to see Nora in her dress.

Nora

Have you been sitting here waiting for me?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, unfortunately I came too late, you had already gone upstairs; and I thought I couldn’t go away again without having seen you.

Helmer

Taking off Nora’s shawl. Yes, take a good look at her. I think she is worth looking at. Isn’t she charming, Mrs. Linde?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, indeed she is.

Helmer

Doesn’t she look remarkably pretty? Everyone thought so at the dance. But she is terribly self-willed, this sweet little person. What are we to do with her? You will hardly believe that I had almost to bring her away by force.

Nora

Torvald, you will repent not having let me stay, even if it were only for half an hour.

Helmer

Listen to her, Mrs. Linde! She had danced her Tarantella, and it had been a tremendous success, as it deserved—although possibly the performance was a trifle too realistic—a little more so, I mean, than was strictly compatible with the limitations of art. But never mind about that! The chief thing is, she had made a success—she had made a tremendous success. Do you think I was going to let her remain there after that, and spoil the effect? No, indeed! I took my charming little Capri maiden—my capricious little Capri maiden, I should say—on my arm; took one quick turn round the room; a curtsey on either side, and, as they say in novels, the beautiful apparition disappeared. An exit ought always to be effective, Mrs. Linde; but that is what I cannot make Nora understand. Pooh! this room is hot. Throws his domino on a chair, and opens the door of his room. Hullo! it’s all dark in here. Oh, of course—excuse me—. He goes in, and lights some candles.

Nora

In a hurried and breathless whisper. Well?

Mrs. Linde

In a low voice. I have had a talk with him.

Nora

Yes, and—

Mrs. Linde

Nora, you must tell your husband all about it.

Nora

In an expressionless voice. I knew it.

Mrs. Linde

You have nothing to be afraid of as far as Krogstad is concerned; but you must tell him.

Nora

I won’t tell him.

Mrs. Linde

Then the letter will.

Nora

Thank you, Christine. Now I know what I must do. Hush—!

Helmer

Coming in again. Well, Mrs. Linde, have you admired her?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, and now I will say goodnight.

Helmer

What, already? Is this yours, this knitting?

Mrs. Linde

Taking it. Yes, thank you, I had very nearly forgotten it.

Helmer

So you knit?

Mrs. Linde

Of course.

Helmer

Do you know, you ought to embroider.

Mrs. Linde

Really? Why?

Helmer

Yes, it’s far more becoming. Let me show you. You hold the embroidery thus in your left hand, and use the needle with the right—like this—with a long, easy sweep. Do you see?

Mrs. Linde

Yes, perhaps—

Helmer

But in the case of knitting—that can never be anything but ungraceful; look here—the arms close together, the knitting needles going up and down—it has a sort of Chinese effect—. That was really excellent champagne they gave us.

Mrs. Linde

Well—goodnight, Nora, and don’t be self-willed any more.

Helmer

That’s right, Mrs. Linde.

Mrs. Linde

Goodnight, Mr. Helmer.

Helmer

Accompanying her to the door. Goodnight, goodnight. I hope you will get home all right. I should be very happy to—but you haven’t any great distance to go. Goodnight, goodnight. She goes out; he shuts the door after her, and comes in again. Ah!—at last we have got rid of her. She is a frightful bore, that woman.

Nora

Aren’t you very tired, Torvald?

Helmer

No, not in the least.

Nora

Nor sleepy?

Helmer

Not a bit. On the contrary, I feel extraordinarily lively. And you?—you really look both tired and sleepy.

Nora

Yes, I am very tired. I want to go to sleep at once.

Helmer

There, you see it was quite right of me not to let you stay there any longer.

Nora

Everything you do is quite right, Torvald.

Helmer

Kissing her on the forehead. Now my little skylark is speaking reasonably. Did you notice what good spirits Rank was in this evening?

Nora

Really? Was he? I didn’t speak to him at all.

Helmer

And I very little, but I have not for a long time seen him in such good form. Looks for a while at her and then goes nearer to her. It is delightful to be at home by ourselves again, to be all alone with you—you fascinating, charming little darling!

Nora

Don’t look at me like that, Torvald.

Helmer

Why shouldn’t I look at my dearest treasure?—at all the beauty that is mine, all my very own?

Nora

Going to the other side of the table. You mustn’t say things like that to me tonight.

Helmer

Following her. You have still got the Tarantella in your blood, I see. And it makes you more captivating than ever. Listen—the guests are beginning to go now. In a lower voice. Nora—soon the whole house will be quiet.

Nora

Yes, I hope so.

Helmer

Yes, my own darling Nora. Do you know, when I am out at a party with you like this, why I speak so little to you, keep away from you, and only send a stolen glance in your direction now and then?—do you know why I do that? It is because I make believe to myself that we are secretly in love, and you are my secretly promised bride, and that no one suspects there is anything between us.

Nora

Yes, yes—I know very well your thoughts are with me all the time.

Helmer

And when we are leaving, and I am putting the shawl over your beautiful young shoulders—on your lovely neck—then I imagine that you are my young bride and that we have just come from the wedding, and I am bringing you for the first time into our home—to be alone with you for the first time—quite alone with my shy little darling! All this evening I have longed for nothing but you. When I watched the seductive figures of the Tarantella, my blood was on fire; I could endure it no longer, and that was why I brought you down so early—

Nora

Go away, Torvald! You must let me go. I won’t—

Helmer

What’s that? You’re joking, my little Nora! You won’t—you won’t? Am I not your husband—? A knock is heard at the outer door.

Nora

Starting. Did you hear—?

Helmer

Going into the hall. Who is it?

Rank

Outside. It is I. May I come in for a moment?

Helmer

In a fretful whisper. Oh, what does he want now? Aloud. Wait a minute! Unlocks the door. Come, that’s kind of you not to pass by our door.

Rank

I thought I heard your voice, and felt as if I should like to look in. With a swift glance round. Ah, yes!—these dear familiar rooms. You are very happy and cosy in here, you two.

Helmer

It seems to me that you looked after yourself pretty well upstairs too.

Rank

Excellently. Why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t one enjoy everything in this world?—at any rate as much as one can, and as long as one can. The wine was capital—

Helmer

Especially the champagne.

Rank

So you noticed that too? It is almost incredible how much I managed to put away!

Nora

Torvald drank a great deal of champagne tonight too.

Rank

Did he?

Nora

Yes, and he is always in such good spirits afterwards.

Rank

Well, why should one not enjoy a merry evening after a well-spent day?

Helmer

Well spent? I am afraid I can’t take credit for that.

Rank

Clapping him on the back. But I can, you know!

Nora

Doctor Rank, you must have been occupied with some scientific investigation today.

Rank

Exactly.

Helmer

Just listen!—little Nora talking about scientific investigations!

Nora

And may I congratulate you on the result?

Rank

Indeed you may.

Nora

Was it favourable, then?

Rank

The best possible, for both doctor and patient—certainty.

Nora

Quickly and searchingly. Certainty?

Rank

Absolute certainty. So wasn’t I entitled to make a merry evening of it after that?

Nora

Yes, you certainly were, Doctor Rank.

Helmer

I think so too, so long as you don’t have to pay for it in the morning.

Rank

Oh well, one can’t have anything in this life without paying for it.

Nora

Doctor Rank—are you fond of fancy-dress balls?

Rank

Yes, if there is a fine lot of pretty costumes.

Nora

Tell me—what shall we two wear at the next?

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. Torvald! what are you going to do there?

Helmer

Emptying the letter box; it is quite full; there will be no room to put the newspaper in tomorrow morning.

Nora

Are you going to work tonight?

Helmer

You know quite well I’m not. What is this? Someone has been at the lock.

Nora

At the lock—?

Helmer

Yes, someone has. What can it mean? I should never have thought the maid—. Here is a broken hairpin. Nora, it is one of yours.

Nora

Quickly. Then it must have been the children—

Helmer

Then you must get them out of those ways. There, at last I have got it open. Takes out the contents of the letter box, and calls to the kitchen. Helen!—Helen, put out the light over the front door. Goes back into the room and shuts the door into the hall. He holds out his hand full of letters. Look at that—look what a heap of them there are. Turning them over. What on earth is that?

Nora

At the window. The letter—No! Torvald, no!

Helmer

Two cards—of Rank’s.

Nora

Of Doctor Rank’s?

Helmer

Looking at them. Doctor Rank. They were on the top. He must have put them in when he went out.

Nora

Is there anything written on them?

Helmer

There is a black cross over the name. Look there—what an uncomfortable idea! It looks as if he were announcing his own death.

Nora

It is just what he is doing.

Helmer

What? Do you know anything about it? Has he said anything to you?

Nora

Yes. He told me that when the cards came it would be his leave-taking from us. He means to shut himself up and die.

Helmer

My poor old friend! Certainly I knew we should not have him very long with us. But so soon! And so he hides himself away like a wounded animal.

Nora

If it has to happen, it is best it should be without a word—don’t you think so, Torvald?

Helmer

Walking up and down. He had so grown into our lives. I can’t think of him as having gone out of them. He, with his sufferings and his loneliness, was like a cloudy background to our sunlit happiness. Well, perhaps it is best so. For him, anyway. Standing still. And perhaps for us too, Nora. We two are thrown quite upon each other now. Puts his arms round her. My darling wife, I don’t feel as if I could hold you tight enough. Do you know, Nora, I have often wished that you might be threatened by some great danger, so that I might risk my life’s blood, and everything, for your sake.

Nora

Disengages herself, and says firmly and decidedly. Now you must read your letters, Torvald.

Helmer

No, no; not tonight. I want to be with you, my darling wife.

Nora

With the thought of your friend’s death—

Helmer

You are right, it has affected us both. Something ugly has come between us—the thought of the horrors of death. We must try and rid our minds of that. Until then—we will each go to our own room.

Nora

Hanging on his neck. Goodnight, Torvald—Goodnight!

Helmer

Kissing her on the forehead. Goodnight, my little singing-bird. Sleep sound, Nora. Now I will read my letters through. He takes his letters and goes into his room, shutting the door after him.

Nora

Gropes distractedly about, seizes Helmer’s domino, throws it round her, while she says in quick, hoarse, spasmodic whispers. Never to see him again. Never! Never! Puts her shawl over her head. Never to see my children again either—never again. Never! Never!—Ah! the icy, black water—the unfathomable depths—If only it were over! He has got it now—now he is reading it. Goodbye, Torvald and my children! She is about to rush out through the hall, when Helmer opens his door hurriedly and stands with an open letter in his hand.

Helmer

Nora!

Nora

Ah!—

Helmer

What is this? Do you know what is in this letter?

Nora

Yes, I know. Let me go! Let me get out!

Helmer

Holding her back. Where are you going?

Nora

Trying to get free. You shan’t save me, Torvald!

Helmer

Reeling. True? Is this true, that I read here? Horrible! No, no—it is impossible that it can be true.

Nora

It is true. I have loved you above everything else in the world.

Helmer

Oh, don’t let us have any silly excuses.

Nora

Taking a step towards him. Torvald—!

Helmer

Miserable creature—what have you done?

Nora

Let me go. You shall not suffer for my sake. You shall not take it upon yourself.

Helmer

No tragic airs, please. Locks the hall door. Here you shall stay and give me an explanation. Do you understand what you have done? Answer me! Do you understand what you have done?

Nora

Looks steadily at him and says with a growing look of coldness in her face. Yes, now I am beginning to understand thoroughly.

Helmer

Walking about the room. What a horrible awakening! All these eight years—she who was my joy and pride—a hypocrite, a liar—worse, worse—a criminal! The unutterable ugliness of it all!—For shame! For shame! Nora is silent and looks steadily at him. He stops in front of her. I ought to have suspected that something of the sort would happen. I ought to have foreseen it. All your father’s want of principle—be silent!—all your father’s want of principle has come out in you. No religion, no morality, no sense of duty—. How I am punished for having winked at what he did! I did it for your sake, and this is how you repay me.

Nora

Yes, that’s just it.

Helmer

Now you have destroyed all my happiness. You have ruined all my future. It is horrible to think of! I am in the power of an unscrupulous man; he can do what he likes with me, ask anything he likes of me, give me any orders he pleases—I dare not refuse. And I must sink to such miserable depths because of a thoughtless woman!

Nora

When I am out of the way, you will be free.

Helmer

No fine speeches, please. Your father had always plenty of those ready, too. What good would it be to me if you were out of the way, as you say? Not the slightest. He can make the affair known everywhere; and if he does, I may be falsely suspected of having been a party to your criminal action. Very likely people will think I was behind it all—that it was I who prompted you! And I have to thank you for all this—you whom I have cherished during the whole of our married life. Do you understand now what it is you have done for me?

Nora

Coldly and quietly. Yes.

Helmer

It is so incredible that I can’t take it in. But we must come to some understanding. Take off that shawl. Take it off, I tell you. I must try and appease him some way or another. The matter must be hushed up at any cost. And as for you and me, it must appear as if everything between us were just as before—but naturally only in the eyes of the world. You will still remain in my house, that is a matter of course. But I shall not allow you to bring up the children; I dare not trust them to you. To think that I should be obliged to say so to one whom I have loved so dearly, and whom I still—. No, that is all over. From this moment happiness is not the question; all that concerns us is to save the remains, the fragments, the appearance—

A ring is heard at the front-door bell.

Helmer

With a start. What is that? So late! Can the worst—? Can he—? Hide yourself, Nora. Say you are ill.

Nora stands motionless. Helmer goes and unlocks the hall door.

Maid

Half-dressed, comes to the door. A letter for the mistress.

Helmer

Give it to me. Takes the letter, and shuts the door. Yes, it is from him. You shall not have it; I will read it myself.

Nora

Yes, read it.

Helmer

Standing by the lamp. I scarcely have the courage to do it. It may mean ruin for both of us. No, I must know. Tears open the letter, runs his eye over a few lines, looks at a paper enclosed, and gives a shout of joy. Nora! She looks at him questioningly. Nora!—No, I must read it once again—. Yes, it is true! I am saved! Nora, I am saved!

Nora

And I?

Helmer

You too, of course; we are both saved, both you and I. Look, he sends you your bond back. He says he regrets and repents—that a happy change in his life—never mind what he says! We are saved, Nora! No one can do anything to you. Oh, Nora, Nora!—no, first I must destroy these hateful things. Let me see—. Takes a look at the bond. No, no, I won’t look at it. The whole thing shall be nothing but a bad dream to me. Tears up the bond and both letters, throws them all into the stove, and watches them burn. There—now it doesn’t exist any longer. He says that since Christmas Eve you—. These must have been three dreadful days for you, Nora.

Nora

I have fought a hard fight these three days.

Helmer

And suffered agonies, and seen no way out but—. No, we won’t call any of the horrors to mind. We will only shout with joy, and keep saying, “It’s all over! It’s all over!” Listen to me, Nora. You don’t seem to realise that it is all over. What is this?—such a cold, set face! My poor little Nora, I quite understand; you don’t feel as if you could believe that I have forgiven you. But it is true, Nora, I swear it; I have forgiven you everything. I know that what you did, you did out of love for me.

Nora

That is true.

Helmer

You have loved me as a wife ought to love her husband. Only you had not sufficient knowledge to judge of the means you used. But do you suppose you are any the less dear to me, because you don’t understand how to act on your own responsibility? No, no; only lean on me; I will advise you and direct you. I should not be a man if this womanly helplessness did not just give you a double attractiveness in my eyes. You must not think anymore about the hard things I said in my first moment of consternation, when I thought everything was going to overwhelm me. I have forgiven you, Nora; I swear to you I have forgiven you.

Nora

Thank you for your forgiveness. She goes out through the door to the right.

Helmer

No, don’t go—. Looks in. What are you doing in there?

Nora

From within. Taking off my fancy dress.

Helmer

Standing at the open door. Yes, do. Try and calm yourself, and make your mind easy again, my frightened little singing-bird. Be at rest, and feel secure; I have broad wings to shelter you under. Walks up and down by the door. How warm and cosy our home is, Nora. Here is shelter for you; here I will protect you like a hunted dove that I have saved from a hawk’s claws; I will bring peace to your poor beating heart. It will come, little by little, Nora, believe me. Tomorrow morning you will look upon it all quite differently; soon everything will be just as it was before. Very soon you won’t need me to assure you that I have forgiven you; you will yourself feel the certainty that I have done so. Can you suppose I should ever think of such a thing as repudiating you, or even reproaching you? You have no idea what a true man’s heart is like, Nora. There is something so indescribably sweet and satisfying, to a man, in the knowledge that he has forgiven his wife—forgiven her freely, and with all his heart. It seems as if that had made her, as it were, doubly his own; he has given her a new life, so to speak; and she has in a way become both wife and child to him. So you shall be for me after this, my little scared, helpless darling. Have no anxiety about anything, Nora; only be frank and open with me, and I will serve as will and conscience both to you—. What is this? Not gone to bed? Have you changed your things?

Nora

In everyday dress. Yes, Torvald, I have changed my things now.

Helmer

But what for?—so late as this.

Nora

I shall not sleep tonight.

Helmer

But, my dear Nora—

Nora

Looking at her watch. It is not so very late. Sit down here, Torvald. You and I have much to say to one another. She sits down at one side of the table.

Helmer

Nora—what is this?—this cold, set face?

Nora

Sit down. It will take some time; I have a lot to talk over with you.

Helmer

Sits down at the opposite side of the table. You alarm me, Nora!—and I don’t understand you.

Nora

No, that is just it. You don’t understand me, and I have never understood you either—before tonight. No, you mustn’t interrupt me. You must simply listen to what I say. Torvald, this is a settling of accounts.

Helmer

What do you mean by that?

Nora

After a short silence. Isn’t there one thing that strikes you as strange in our sitting here like this?

Helmer

What is that?

Nora

We have been married now eight years. Does it not occur to you that this is the first time we two, you and I, husband and wife, have had a serious conversation?

Helmer

What do you mean by serious?

Nora

In all these eight years—longer than that—from the very beginning of our acquaintance, we have never exchanged a word on any serious subject.

Helmer

Was it likely that I would be continually and forever telling you about worries that you could not help me to bear?

Nora

I am not speaking about business matters. I say that we have never sat down in earnest together to try and get at the bottom of anything.

Helmer

But, dearest Nora, would it have been any good to you?

Nora

That is just it; you have never understood me. I have been greatly wronged, Torvald—first by Papa and then by you.

Helmer

What! By us two—by us two, who have loved you better than anyone else in the world?

Nora

Shaking her head. You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.

Helmer

Nora, what do I hear you saying?

Nora

It is perfectly true, Torvald. When I was at home with Papa, he told me his opinion about everything, and so I had the same opinions; and if I differed from him I concealed the fact, because he would not have liked it. He called me his doll-child, and he played with me just as I used to play with my dolls. And when I came to live with you—

Helmer

What sort of an expression is that to use about our marriage?

Nora

Undisturbed. I mean that I was simply transferred from Papa’s hands into yours. You arranged everything according to your own taste, and so I got the same tastes as you—or else I pretended to, I am really not quite sure which—I think sometimes the one and sometimes the other. When I look back on it, it seems to me as if I had been living here like a poor woman—just from hand to mouth. I have existed merely to perform tricks for you, Torvald. But you would have it so. You and Papa have committed a great sin against me. It is your fault that I have made nothing of my life.

Helmer

How unreasonable and how ungrateful you are, Nora! Have you not been happy here?

Nora

No, I have never been happy. I thought I was, but it has never really been so.

Helmer

Not—not happy!

Nora

No, only merry. And you have always been so kind to me. But our home has been nothing but a playroom. I have been your doll-wife, just as at home I was Papa’s doll-child; and here the children have been my dolls. I thought it great fun when you played with me, just as they thought it great fun when I played with them. That is what our marriage has been, Torvald.

Helmer

There is some truth in what you say—exaggerated and strained as your view of it is. But for the future it shall be different. Playtime shall be over, and lesson time shall begin.

Nora

Whose lessons? Mine, or the children’s?

Helmer

Both yours and the children’s, my darling Nora.

Nora

Alas, Torvald, you are not the man to educate me into being a proper wife for you.

Helmer

And you can say that!

Nora

And I—how am I fitted to bring up the children?

Helmer

Nora!

Nora

Didn’t you say so yourself a little while ago—that you dare not trust me to bring them up?

Helmer

In a moment of anger! Why do you pay any heed to that?

Nora

Indeed, you were perfectly right. I am not fit for the task. There is another task I must undertake first. I must try and educate myself—you are not the man to help me in that. I must do that for myself. And that is why I am going to leave you now.

Helmer

Springing up. What do you say?

Nora

I must stand quite alone, if I am to understand myself and everything about me. It is for that reason that I cannot remain with you any longer.

Helmer

Nora, Nora!

Nora

I am going away from here now, at once. I am sure Christine will take me in for the night—

Helmer

You are out of your mind! I won’t allow it! I forbid you!

Nora

It is no use forbidding me anything any longer. I will take with me what belongs to myself. I will take nothing from you, either now or later.

Helmer

What sort of madness is this!

Nora

Tomorrow I shall go home—I mean, to my old home. It will be easiest for me to find something to do there.

Helmer

You blind, foolish woman!

Nora

I must try and get some sense, Torvald.

Helmer

To desert your home, your husband and your children! And you don’t consider what people will say!

Nora

I cannot consider that at all. I only know that it is necessary for me.

Helmer

It’s shocking. This is how you would neglect your most sacred duties.

Nora

What do you consider my most sacred duties?

Helmer

Do I need to tell you that? Are they not your duties to your husband and your children?

Nora

I have other duties just as sacred.

Helmer

That you have not. What duties could those be?

Nora

Duties to myself.

Helmer

Before all else, you are a wife and a mother.

Nora

I don’t believe that any longer. I believe that before all else I am a reasonable human being, just as you are—or, at all events, that I must try and become one. I know quite well, Torvald, that most people would think you right, and that views of that kind are to be found in books; but I can no longer content myself with what most people say, or with what is found in books. I must think over things for myself and get to understand them.

Helmer

Can you not understand your place in your own home? Have you not a reliable guide in such matters as that?—have you no religion?

Nora

I am afraid, Torvald, I do not exactly know what religion is.

Helmer

What are you saying?

Nora

I know nothing but what the clergyman said, when I went to be confirmed. He told us that religion was this, and that, and the other. When I am away from all this, and am alone, I will look into that matter too. I will see if what the clergyman said is true, or at all events if it is true for me.

Helmer

This is unheard of in a girl of your age! But if religion cannot lead you aright, let me try and awaken your conscience. I suppose you have some moral sense? Or—answer me—am I to think you have none?

Nora

I assure you, Torvald, that is not an easy question to answer. I really don’t know. The thing perplexes me altogether. I only know that you and I look at it in quite a different light. I am learning, too, that the law is quite another thing from what I supposed; but I find it impossible to convince myself that the law is right. According to it a woman has no right to spare her old dying father, or to save her husband’s life. I can’t believe that.

Helmer

You talk like a child. You don’t understand the conditions of the world in which you live.

Nora

No, I don’t. But now I am going to try. I am going to see if I can make out who is right, the world or I.

Helmer

You are ill, Nora; you are delirious; I almost think you are out of your mind.

Nora

I have never felt my mind so clear and certain as tonight.

Helmer

And is it with a clear and certain mind that you forsake your husband and your children?

Nora

Yes, it is.

Helmer

Then there is only one possible explanation.

Nora

What is that?

Helmer

You do not love me anymore.

Nora

No, that is just it.

Helmer

Nora!—and you can say that?

Nora

It gives me great pain, Torvald, for you have always been so kind to me, but I cannot help it. I do not love you any more.

Helmer

Regaining his composure. Is that a clear and certain conviction too?

Nora

Yes, absolutely clear and certain. That is the reason why I will not stay here any longer.

Helmer

And can you tell me what I have done to forfeit your love?

Nora

Yes, indeed I can. It was tonight, when the wonderful thing did not happen; then I saw you were not the man I had thought you were.

Helmer

Explain yourself better. I don’t understand you.

Nora

I have waited so patiently for eight years; for, goodness knows, I knew very well that wonderful things don’t happen every day. Then this horrible misfortune came upon me; and then I felt quite certain that the wonderful thing was going to happen at last. When Krogstad’s letter was lying out there, never for a moment did I imagine that you would consent to accept this man’s conditions. I was so absolutely certain that you would say to him: Publish the thing to the whole world. And when that was done—

Helmer

Yes, what then?—when I had exposed my wife to shame and disgrace?

Nora

When that was done, I was so absolutely certain, you would come forward and take everything upon yourself, and say: I am the guilty one.

Helmer

Nora—!

Nora

You mean that I would never have accepted such a sacrifice on your part? No, of course not. But what would my assurances have been worth against yours? That was the wonderful thing which I hoped for and feared; and it was to prevent that, that I wanted to kill myself.

Helmer

I would gladly work night and day for you, Nora—bear sorrow and want for your sake. But no man would sacrifice his honour for the one he loves.

Nora

It is a thing hundreds of thousands of women have done.

Helmer

Oh, you think and talk like a heedless child.

Nora

Maybe. But you neither think nor talk like the man I could bind myself to. As soon as your fear was over—and it was not fear for what threatened me, but for what might happen to you—when the whole thing was past, as far as you were concerned it was exactly as if nothing at all had happened. Exactly as before, I was your little skylark, your doll, which you would in future treat with doubly gentle care, because it was so brittle and fragile. Getting up. Torvald—it was then it dawned upon me that for eight years I had been living here with a strange man, and had borne him three children—. Oh, I can’t bear to think of it! I could tear myself into little bits!

Helmer

Sadly. I see, I see. An abyss has opened between us—there is no denying it. But, Nora, would it not be possible to fill it up?

Nora

As I am now, I am no wife for you.

Helmer

I have it in me to become a different man.

Nora

Perhaps—if your doll is taken away from you.

Helmer

But to part!—to part from you! No, no, Nora, I can’t understand that idea.

Nora

Going out to the right. That makes it all the more certain that it must be done. She comes back with her cloak and hat and a small bag which she puts on a chair by the table.

Helmer

Nora, Nora, not now! Wait until tomorrow.

Nora

Putting on her cloak. I cannot spend the night in a strange man’s room.

Helmer

But can’t we live here like brother and sister—?

Nora

Putting on her hat. You know very well that would not last long. Puts the shawl round her. Goodbye, Torvald. I won’t see the little ones. I know they are in better hands than mine. As I am now, I can be of no use to them.

Helmer

But some day, Nora—some day?

Nora

How can I tell? I have no idea what is going to become of me.

Helmer

But you are my wife, whatever becomes of you.

Nora

Listen, Torvald. I have heard that when a wife deserts her husband’s house, as I am doing now, he is legally freed from all obligations towards her. In any case, I set you free from all your obligations. You are not to feel yourself bound in the slightest way, any more than I shall. There must be perfect freedom on both sides. See, here is your ring back. Give me mine.

Helmer

That too?

Nora

That too.

Helmer

Here it is.

Nora

That’s right. Now it is all over. I have put the keys here. The maids know all about everything in the house—better than I do. Tomorrow, after I have left her, Christine will come here and pack up my own things that I brought with me from home. I will have them sent after me.

Helmer

All over! All over!—Nora, shall you never think of me again?

Nora

I know I shall often think of you, the children, and this house.

Helmer

May I write to you, Nora?

Nora

No—never. You must not do that.

Helmer

But at least let me send you—

Nora

Nothing—nothing—

Helmer

Let me help you if you are in want.

Nora

No. I can receive nothing from a stranger.

Helmer

Nora—can I never be anything more than a stranger to you?

Nora

Taking her bag. Ah, Torvald, the most wonderful thing of all would have to happen.

Helmer

Tell me what that would be!

Nora

Both you and I would have to be so changed that—. Oh, Torvald, I don’t believe any longer in wonderful things happening.

Helmer

But I will believe in it. Tell me! So changed that—?

Nora

That our life together would be a real wedlock. Goodbye. She goes out through the hall.

Helmer

Sinks down on a chair at the door and buries his face in his hands. Nora! Nora! Looks round, and rises. Empty. She is gone. A hope flashes across his mind. The most wonderful thing of all—?

The sound of a door shutting is heard from below.