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?