The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
In case any one wanted to take it all upon himself—the whole blame—you
understand——
MRS. LINDEN.
Yes, yes; but how can you think——?
NORA.
You shall bear witness that it’s not true, Christina. I’m not out of my
mind at all; I know quite well what I’m saying; and I tell you nobody
else knew anything about it; I did the whole thing, I myself. Remember
that.
MRS. LINDEN.
I shall remember. But I don’t understand what you mean——
NORA.
Oh, how should you? It’s the miracle coming to pass.
MRS. LINDEN.
The miracle?
NORA.
Yes, the miracle. But it’s so terrible, Christina; it mustn’t happen for
all the world.
MRS. LINDEN.
I shall go straight to Krogstad and talk to him.
NORA.
Don’t; he’ll do you some harm.
MRS. LINDEN.
Once he would have done anything for me.
NORA.
He?
MRS. LINDEN.
Where does he live?
NORA.
Oh, how can I tell——? Yes—— [_Feels in_ _her pocket._] Here’s his card.
But the letter, the letter——!
HELMER.
[_Knocking outside._] Nora!
NORA.
[_Shrieks in terror._] Oh, what is it? What do you want?
HELMER.
Well, well, don’t be frightened. We’re not coming in; you’ve bolted the
door. Are you trying on your dress?
NORA.
Yes, yes, I’m trying it on. It suits me so well, Torvald.
MRS. LINDEN.
[_Who has read the card._] Why, he lives close by here.
NORA.
Yes, but it’s no use now. We are lost. The letter is there in the box.
MRS. LINDEN.
And your husband has the key?
NORA.
Always.
MRS. LINDEN
Krogstad must demand his letter back, unread. He must find some
pretext——
NORA.
But this is the very time when Torvald generally——
MRS. LINDEN.
Prevent him. Keep him occupied. I shall come back as quickly as I can.
[_She goes out hastily by the hall door._
NORA.
[_Opens_ HELMER’S _door and peeps in._] Torvald!
HELMER.
Well, may one come into one’s own room again at last? Come, Rank, we’ll
have a look—— [_In the doorway._] But how’s this?
NORA.
What, Torvald dear?
HELMER.
Rank led me to expect a grand transformation.
RANK.
[_In the doorway._] So I understood. I suppose I was mistaken.
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