What good will _that_ do me? People will say I had a hand in this business. [_Bitterly._] If you _must_ forge, you might at least put your dates in correctly! But you never _had_ any principle! [_A ring._] The front-door bell! [_A fat letter is seen to fall into the box_; HELMER _takes it, opens it, sees enclosure, and embraces_ NORA.] Krogstad won't split. See, he returns the forged I.O.U.! Oh, my poor little lark, _what_ you must have gone through! Come under my wing, my little scared song-bird.... Eh? you _won't_! Why, what's the matter _now_? NORA. [_With cold calm._] I have wings of my own, thank you, Torvald, and I mean to use them! HELMER. What--leave your pretty cage, and [_pathetically_] the old cock bird, and the poor little innocent eggs! NORA. Exactly. Sit down, and we will talk it over first. [_Slowly._] Has it ever struck you that this is the first time you and I have ever talked seriously together about serious things? HELMER. Come, I do like that! How on earth could we talk about serious things when your mouth was always full of macaroons? NORA. [_Shakes her head._] Ah, Torvald, the mouth of a mother of a family should have more solemn things in it than macaroons! I see that now, too late. No, you have wronged me. So did papa. Both of you called me a doll, and a squirrel, and a lark! You might have made something of me--and instead of that, you went and made too much of me--oh, you _did_! HELMER. Well, you didn't seem to object to it, and really I don't exactly see what it is you _do_ want! NORA. No more do I--that is what I have got to find out. If I had been properly educated, I should have known better than to date poor papa's signature three days after he died. Now I must educate _myself_. I have to gain experience, and get clear about religion, and law, and things, and whether Society is right or I am--and I must go away and never come back any more till I _am_ educated! HELMER. Then you may be away some little time? And what's to become of me and the eggs meanwhile? NORA. That, Torvald, is entirely your own affair. I have a higher duty than that towards you and the eggs. [_Looking solemnly upward._] I mean my duty towards Myself! HELMER. And all this because--in a momentary annoyance at finding myself in the power of a discharged cashier who calls me "I say, Torvald," I expressed myself with ultra-Gilbertian frankness! You talk like a silly child! NORA. Because my eyes are opened, and I see my position with the eyes of Ibsen. I must go away at once, and begin to educate myself. HELMER. May I ask how you are going to set about it? NORA. Certainly. I shall begin--yes, I shall _begin_ with a course of the Norwegian theatres. If _that_ doesn't take the frivolity out of me, I don't really know what _will_! [_She gets her bonnet and ties it tightly._ HELMER. Then you are really going? And you'll never think about me and the eggs any more! Oh, Nora! NORA.