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?