[_Whispers breathlessly._] Well? MRS. LINDEN. [_Softly._] I’ve spoken to him. NORA. And——? MRS. LINDEN. Nora—you must tell your husband everything—— Nora. [_Tonelessly._] I knew it! MRS. LINDEN. You have nothing to fear from Krogstad; but you must speak out. NORA. I shall not speak. MRS. LINDEN. Then the letter will. NORA. Thank you, Christina. Now I know what I have to do. Hush——! HELMER. [_Coming back._] Well, Mrs. Linden, have you admired her? MRS. LINDEN. Yes; and now I must say good-night. HELMER. What, already? Does this knitting belong to you? MRS. LINDEN. [_Takes it._] Yes, thanks; I was nearly forgetting it. HELMER. Then you do knit? MRS. LINDEN. Yes. HELMER. Do you know, you ought to embroider instead? MRS. LINDEN. Indeed! Why? HELMER. Because it’s so much prettier. Look now! You hold the embroidery in the left hand, so, and then work the needle with the right hand, in a long, graceful curve—don’t you? MRS. LINDEN. Yes, I suppose so. HELMER. But knitting is always ugly. Just look—your arms close to your sides, and the needles going up and down—there’s something Chinese about it.—They really gave us splendid champagne to-night. MRS. LINDEN. Well, good-night, Nora, and don’t be obstinate any more. HELMER. Well said, Mrs. Linden! MRS. LINDEN. Good-night, Mr. Helmer. HELMER. [_Accompanying her to the door._] Good-night, good-night; I hope you’ll get safely home. I should be glad to—but you have such a short way to go. Good-night, good-night. [_She goes;_ HELMER _shuts the door after her and comes forward again._] At last we’ve got rid of her: she’s a terrible bore. NORA. Aren’t you very tired, Torvald? HELMER. No, not in the least. NORA. Nor sleepy? HELMER. Not a bit. I feel particularly lively. But you? You do look tired and sleepy. NORA. Yes, very tired. I shall soon sleep now. HELMER. There, you see. I was right after all not to let you stay longer. NORA. Oh, everything you do is right. HELMER.