Act I

(SCENE.—A room furnished comfortably and tastefully, but not	1
extravagantly. At the back, a door to the right leads to the
entrance-hall, another to the left leads to Helmer's study.
Between the doors stands a piano. In the middle of the left-hand
wall is a door, and beyond it a window. Near the window are a	5
round table, arm-chairs and a small sofa. In the right-hand wall,
at the farther end, another door; and on the same side, nearer
the footlights, a stove, two easy chairs and a rocking-chair;
between the stove and the door, a small table. Engravings on the
walls; a cabinet with china and other small objects; a small	10
book-case with well-bound books. The floors are carpeted, and a
fire burns in the stove. It is winter.

A bell rings in the hall; shortly afterwards the door is heard to
open. Enter NORA, humming a tune and in high spirits. She is in
outdoor dress and carries a number of parcels; these she lays on	15
the table to the right. She leaves the outer door open after her,
and through it is seen a PORTER who is carrying a Christmas Tree
and a basket, which he gives to the MAID who has opened the
door.)

Nora. Hide the Christmas Tree carefully, Helen. Be sure the	20
children do not see it until this evening, when it is dressed. (To
the PORTER, taking out her purse.) How much?

Porter. Sixpence.

Nora. There is a shilling. No, keep the change. (The PORTER
thanks her, and goes out. NORA shuts the door. She is laughing to	25
herself, as she takes off her hat and coat. She takes a packet of
macaroons from her pocket and eats one or two; then goes
cautiously to her husband's door and listens.) Yes, he is in.
(Still humming, she goes to the table on the right.)

Helmer (calls out from his room). Is that my little lark	30
twittering out there?

Nora (busy opening some of the parcels). Yes, it is!

Helmer. Is it my little squirrel bustling about?

Nora. Yes!

Helmer. When did my squirrel come home?	35

Nora. Just now. (Puts the bag of macaroons into her pocket and

wipes her mouth.) Come in here, Torvald, and see what I have

bought.

Helmer. Don't disturb me. (A little later, he opens the door and
looks into the room, pen in hand.) Bought, did you say? All these	40
things? Has my little spendthrift been wasting money again?

Nora. Yes but, Torvald, this year we really can let ourselves go

a little. This is the first Christmas that we have not needed to

economise.

Helmer. Still, you know, we can't spend money recklessly. Nora.	45
Yes, Torvald, we may be a wee bit more reckless now, mayn't we?
Just a tiny wee bit! You are going to have a big salary and earn
lots and lots of money.

Helmer. Yes, after the New Year; but then it will be a whole
quarter before the salary is due.	50

Nora. Pooh! we can borrow until then.

Helmer. Nora! (Goes up to her and takes her playfully by the
ear.) The same little featherhead! Suppose, now, that I borrowed
fifty pounds today, and you spent it all in the Christmas week,
and then on New Year's Eve a slate fell on my head and killed me,	55
and—Nora (putting her hands over his mouth). Oh! don't say such
horrid things.

Helmer. Still, suppose that happened,—what then?

Nora. If that were to happen, I don't suppose I should care
whether I owed money or not.	60

Helmer. Yes, but what about the people who had lent it?

Nora. They? Who would bother about them? I should not know who they

were.

Helmer. That is like a woman! But seriously, Nora, you know what
I think about that. No debt, no borrowing. There can be no	65
freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and
debt. We two have kept bravely on the straight road so far, and
we will go on the same way for the short time longer that there
need be any struggle.

Nora (moving towards the stove). As you please, Torvald.	70

Helmer (following her). Come, come, my little skylark must not

droop her wings. What is this! Is my little squirrel out of

temper? (Taking out his purse.) Nora, what do you think I have

got here?

Nora (turning round quickly). Money!	75

Helmer. There you are. (Gives her some money.) Do you think I

don't know what a lot is wanted for housekeeping at Christmas-

time?

Nora (counting). Ten shillings—a pound—two pounds! Thank you,
thank you, Torvald; that will keep me going for a long time.	80

Helmer. Indeed it must.

Nora. Yes, yes, it will. But come here and let me show you what I
have bought. And all so cheap! Look, here is a new suit for Ivar,
and a sword; and a horse and a trumpet for Bob; and a doll and
dolly's bedstead for Emmy,—they are very plain, but anyway she	85
will soon break them in pieces. And here are dress-lengths and
handkerchiefs for the maids; old Anne ought really to have
something better.

Helmer. And what is in this parcel?

Nora (crying out). No, no! you mustn't see that until this	90
evening.

Helmer. Very well. But now tell me, you extravagant little

person, what would you like for yourself?

Nora. For myself? Oh, I am sure I don't want anything.

Helmer. Yes, but you must. Tell me something reasonable that you	95
would particularly like to have.

Nora. No, I really can't think of anything—unless, Torvald—

Helmer. Well?

Nora (playing with his coat buttons, and without raising her eyes
to his). If you really want to give me something, you might—you	100
might—

Helmer. Well, out with it!

Nora (speaking quickly). You might give me money, Torvald. Only
just as much as you can afford; and then one of these days I will
buy something with it.	105

Helmer. But, Nora—Nora. Oh, do! dear Torvald; please, please do!

Then I will wrap it up in beautiful gilt paper and hang it on the

Christmas Tree. Wouldn't that be fun?

Helmer. What are little people called that are always wasting
money?	110

Nora. Spendthrifts—I know. Let us do as you suggest, Torvald,

and then I shall have time to think what I am most in want of.

That is a very sensible plan, isn't it?

Helmer (smiling). Indeed it is—that is to say, if you were
really to save out of the money I give you, and then really buy	115
something for yourself. But if you spend it all on the
housekeeping and any number of unnecessary things, then I merely
have to pay up again.

Nora. Oh but, Torvald—

Helmer. You can't deny it, my dear little Nora. (Puts his arm	120
round her waist.) It's a sweet little spendthrift, but she uses
up a deal of money. One would hardly believe how expensive such
little persons are!

Nora. It's a shame to say that. I do really save all I can.

Helmer (laughing). That's very true,—all you can. But you can't	125
save anything!

Nora (smiling quietly and happily). You haven't any idea how many

expenses we skylarks and squirrels have, Torvald.

Helmer. You are an odd little soul. Very like your father. You
always find some new way of wheedling money out of me, and, as	130
soon as you have got it, it seems to melt in your hands. You
never know where it has gone. Still, one must take you as you
are. It is in the blood; for indeed it is true that you can
inherit these things, Nora.

Nora. Ah, I wish I had inherited many of papa's qualities.	135

Helmer. And I would not wish you to be anything but just what you

are, my sweet little skylark. But, do you know, it strikes me

that you are looking rather—what shall I say—rather uneasy today?

Nora. Do I?

Helmer. You do, really. Look straight at me.	140

Nora (looks at him). Well?

Helmer (wagging his finger at her). Hasn't Miss Sweet Tooth been

breaking rules in town today?

Nora. No; what makes you think that?

Helmer. Hasn't she paid a visit to the confectioner's?	145

Nora. No, I assure you, Torvald—

Helmer. Not been nibbling sweets?

Nora. No, certainly not.

Helmer. Not even taken a bite at a macaroon or two?

Nora. No, Torvald, I assure you really—	150

Helmer. There, there, of course I was only joking.

Nora (going to the table on the right). I should not think of

going against your wishes.

Helmer. No, I am sure of that; besides, you gave me your word—
(Going up to her.) Keep your little Christmas secrets to	155
yourself, my darling. They will all be revealed tonight when the
Christmas Tree is lit, no doubt.

Nora. Did you remember to invite Doctor Rank?

Helmer. No. But there is no need; as a matter of course he will
come to dinner with us. However, I will ask him when he comes in	160
this morning. I have ordered some good wine. Nora, you can't
think how I am looking forward to this evening.

Nora. So am I! And how the children will enjoy themselves, Torvald!

Helmer. It is splendid to feel that one has a perfectly safe
appointment, and a big enough income. It's delightful to think	165
of, isn't it?

Nora. It's wonderful!

Helmer. Do you remember last Christmas? For a full three weeks
beforehand you shut yourself up every evening until long after
midnight, making ornaments for the Christmas Tree, and all the	170
other fine things that were to be a surprise to us. It was the
dullest three weeks I ever spent!

Nora. I didn't find it dull.

Helmer (smiling). But there was precious little result, Nora.

Nora. Oh, you shouldn't tease me about that again. How could I	175
help the cat's going in and tearing everything to pieces?

Helmer. Of course you couldn't, poor little girl. You had the

best of intentions to please us all, and that's the main thing.

But it is a good thing that our hard times are over.

Nora. Yes, it is really wonderful.	180

Helmer. This time I needn't sit here and be dull all alone, and

you needn't ruin your dear eyes and your pretty little hands—

Nora (clapping her hands). No, Torvald, I needn't any longer,
need I! It's wonderfully lovely to hear you say so! (Taking his
arm.) Now I will tell you how I have been thinking we ought to	185
arrange things, Torvald. As soon as Christmas is over—(A bell
rings in the hall.) There's the bell. (She tidies the room a
little.) There's some one at the door. What a nuisance!

Helmer. If it is a caller, remember I am not at home.

Maid (in the doorway). A lady to see you, ma'am,—a stranger.	190

Nora. Ask her to come in.

Maid (to HELMER). The doctor came at the same time, sir.

Helmer. Did he go straight into my room?

Maid. Yes, sir.

(HELMER goes into his room. The MAID ushers in Mrs. LINDE, who is	195
in travelling dress, and shuts the door.) Mrs. Linde (in a
dejected and timid voice). How do you do, Nora?

Nora (doubtfully). How do you do—Mrs. Linde. You don't recognise

me, I suppose.

Nora. No, I don't know—yes, to be sure, I seem to—(Suddenly.)	200
Yes! Christine! Is it really you?

Mrs. Linde. Yes, it is I.

Nora. Christine! To think of my not recognising you! And yet how

could I—(In a gentle voice.) How you have altered, Christine!

Mrs. Linde. Yes, I have indeed. In nine, ten long years—	205

Nora. Is it so long since we met? I suppose it is. The last eight

years have been a happy time for me, I can tell you. And so now

you have come into the town, and have taken this long journey in

winter—that was plucky of you.

Mrs. Linde. I arrived by steamer this morning.	210

Nora. To have some fun at Christmas-time, of course. How
delightful! We will have such fun together! But take off your
things. You are not cold, I hope. (Helps her.) Now we will sit
down by the stove, and be cosy. No, take this armchair; I will
sit here in the rocking-chair. (Takes her hands.) Now you look	215
like your old self again; it was only the first moment—You are a
little paler, Christine, and perhaps a little thinner.

Mrs. Linde. And much, much older, Nora.

Nora. Perhaps a little older; very, very little; certainly not
much. (Stops suddenly and speaks seriously.) What a thoughtless	220
creature I am, chattering away like this. My poor, dear Christine,
do forgive me.

Mrs. Linde. What do you mean, Nora?

Nora (gently). Poor Christine, you are a widow.

Mrs. Linde. Yes; it is three years ago now.	225

Nora. Yes, I knew; I saw it in the papers. I assure you,

Christine, I meant ever so often to write to you at the time, but

I always put it off and something always prevented me.

Mrs. Linde. I quite understand, dear.

Nora. It was very bad of me, Christine. Poor thing, how you must	230
have suffered. And he left you nothing?

Mrs. Linde. No.

Nora. And no children?

Mrs. Linde. No.

Nora. Nothing at all, then.	235

Mrs. Linde. Not even any sorrow or grief to live upon.

Nora (looking incredulously at her). But, Christine, is that

possible?

Mrs. Linde (smiles sadly and strokes her hair). It sometimes
happens, Nora.	240

Nora. So you are quite alone. How dreadfully sad that must be. I

have three lovely children. You can't see them just now, for they

are out with their nurse. But now you must tell me all about it.

Mrs. Linde. No, no; I want to hear about you.

Nora. No, you must begin. I mustn't be selfish today; today I	245
must only think of your affairs. But there is one thing I must
tell you. Do you know we have just had a great piece of good
luck?

Mrs. Linde. No, what is it?

Nora. Just fancy, my husband has been made manager of the Bank!	250

Mrs. Linde. Your husband? What good luck!

Nora. Yes, tremendous! A barrister's profession is such an
uncertain thing, especially if he won't undertake unsavoury
cases; and naturally Torvald has never been willing to do that,
and I quite agree with him. You may imagine how pleased we are!	255
He is to take up his work in the Bank at the New Year, and then
he will have a big salary and lots of commissions. For the future
we can live quite differently—we can do just as we like. I feel
so relieved and so happy, Christine! It will be splendid to have
heaps of money and not need to have any anxiety, won't it?	260

Mrs. Linde. Yes, anyhow I think it would be delightful to have

what one needs.

Nora. No, not only what one needs, but heaps and heaps of money.

Mrs. Linde (smiling). Nora, Nora, haven't you learned sense yet?
In our schooldays you were a great spendthrift.	265

Nora (laughing). Yes, that is what Torvald says now. (Wags her

linger at her.) But "Nora, Nora" is not so silly as you think. We

have not been in a position for me to waste money. We have both

had to work.

Mrs. Linde. You too?	270

Nora. Yes; odds and ends, needlework, crotchet-work, embroidery,
and that kind of thing. (Dropping her voice.) And other things as
well. You know Torvald left his office when we were married?
There was no prospect of promotion there, and he had to try and
earn more than before. But during the first year he over-worked	275
himself dreadfully. You see, he had to make money every way he
could, and he worked early and late; but he couldn't stand it,
and fell dreadfully ill, and the doctors said it was necessary
for him to go south.

Mrs. Linde. You spent a whole year in Italy, didn't you?	280

Nora. Yes. It was no easy matter to get away, I can tell you. It was

just after Ivar was born; but naturally we had to go. It was a

wonderfully beautiful journey, and it saved Torvald's life. But

it cost a tremendous lot of money, Christine.

Mrs. Linde. So I should think.	285

Nora. It cost about two hundred and fifty pounds. That's a lot,

isn't it?

Mrs. Linde. Yes, and in emergencies like that it is lucky to have

the money.

Nora. I ought to tell you that we had it from papa.	290

Mrs. Linde. Oh, I see. It was just about that time that he died,

wasn't it?

Nora. Yes; and, just think of it, I couldn't go and nurse him. I
was expecting little Ivar's birth every day and I had my poor
sick Torvald to look after. My dear, kind father—I never saw him	295
again, Christine. That was the saddest time I have known since
our marriage.

Mrs. Linde. I know how fond you were of him. And then you went

off to Italy?

Nora. Yes; you see we had money then, and the doctors insisted on	300
our going, so we started a month later.

Mrs. Linde. And your husband came back quite well?

Nora. As sound as a bell!

Mrs. Linde. But—the doctor?

Nora. What doctor?	305

Mrs. Linde. I thought your maid said the gentleman who arrived

here just as I did, was the doctor?

Nora. Yes, that was Doctor Rank, but he doesn't come here
professionally. He is our greatest friend, and comes in at least
once everyday. No, Torvald has not had an hour's illness since	310
then, and our children are strong and healthy and so am I. (Jumps
up and claps her hands.) Christine! Christine! it's good to be
alive and happy!—But how horrid of me; I am talking of nothing
but my own affairs. (Sits on a stool near her, and rests her arms
on her knees.) You mustn't be angry with me. Tell me, is it	315
really true that you did not love your husband? Why did you marry
him?

Mrs. Linde. My mother was alive then, and was bedridden and
helpless, and I had to provide for my two younger brothers; so I
did not think I was justified in refusing his offer.	320

Nora. No, perhaps you were quite right. He was rich at that time,

then?

Mrs. Linde. I believe he was quite well off. But his business was
a precarious one; and, when he died, it all went to pieces and
there was nothing left.	325

Nora. And then?—

Mrs. Linde. Well, I had to turn my hand to anything I could find-
-first a small shop, then a small school, and so on. The last
three years have seemed like one long working-day, with no rest.
Now it is at an end, Nora. My poor mother needs me no more, for	330
she is gone; and the boys do not need me either; they have got
situations and can shift for themselves.

Nora. What a relief you must feel if—

Mrs. Linde. No, indeed; I only feel my life unspeakably empty. No
one to live for anymore. (Gets up restlessly.) That was why I	335
could not stand the life in my little backwater any longer. I
hope it may be easier here to find something which will busy me
and occupy my thoughts. If only I could have the good luck to get
some regular work—office work of some kind—

Nora. But, Christine, that is so frightfully tiring, and you look	340
tired out now. You had far better go away to some watering-place.

Mrs. Linde (walking to the window). I have no father to give me

money for a journey, Nora.

Nora (rising). Oh, don't be angry with me!

Mrs. Linde (going up to her). It is you that must not be angry	345
with me, dear. The worst of a position like mine is that it makes
one so bitter. No one to work for, and yet obliged to be always
on the lookout for chances. One must live, and so one becomes
selfish. When you told me of the happy turn your fortunes have
taken—you will hardly believe it—I was delighted not so much on	350
your account as on my own.

Nora. How do you mean?—Oh, I understand. You mean that perhaps

Torvald could get you something to do.

Mrs. Linde. Yes, that was what I was thinking of.

Nora. He must, Christine. Just leave it to me; I will broach the	355
subject very cleverly—I will think of something that will please
him very much. It will make me so happy to be of some use to you.

Mrs. Linde. How kind you are, Nora, to be so anxious to help me!
It is doubly kind in you, for you know so little of the burdens
and troubles of life.	360

Nora. I—? I know so little of them?

Mrs. Linde (smiling). My dear! Small household cares and that

sort of thing!—You are a child, Nora.

Nora (tosses her head and crosses the stage). You ought not to be
so superior.	365

Mrs. Linde. No?

Nora. You are just like the others. They all think that I am

incapable of anything really serious—

Mrs. Linde. Come, come—

Nora.—that I have gone through nothing in this world of cares.	370

Mrs. Linde. But, my dear Nora, you have just told me all your

troubles.

Nora. Pooh!—those were trifles. (Lowering her voice.) I have not

told you the important thing.

Mrs. Linde. The important thing? What do you mean?	375

Nora. You look down upon me altogether, Christine—but you ought

not to. You are proud, aren't you, of having worked so hard and

so long for your mother?

Mrs. Linde. Indeed, I don't look down on anyone. But it is true
that I am both proud and glad to think that I was privileged to	380
make the end of my mother's life almost free from care.

Nora. And you are proud to think of what you have done for your

brothers?

Mrs. Linde. I think I have the right to be.

Nora. I think so, too. But now, listen to this; I too have	385
something to be proud and glad of.

Mrs. Linde. I have no doubt you have. But what do you refer to?

Nora. Speak low. Suppose Torvald were to hear! He mustn't on any

account—no one in the world must know, Christine, except you.

Mrs. Linde. But what is it?	390

Nora. Come here. (Pulls her down on the sofa beside her.) Now I

will show you that I too have something to be proud and glad of.

It was I who saved Torvald's life.

Mrs. Linde. "Saved"? How?

Nora. I told you about our trip to Italy. Torvald would never	395
have recovered if he had not gone there—

Mrs. Linde. Yes, but your father gave you the necessary funds.

Nora (smiling). Yes, that is what Torvald and all the others

think, but—

Mrs. Linde. But—	400

Nora. Papa didn't give us a shilling. It was I who procured the

money.

Mrs. Linde. You? All that large sum?

Nora. Two hundred and fifty pounds. What do you think of that?

Mrs. Linde. But, Nora, how could you possibly do it? Did you win	405
a prize in the Lottery?

Nora (contemptuously). In the Lottery? There would have been no

credit in that.

Mrs. Linde. But where did you get it from, then? Nora (humming
and smiling with an air of mystery). Hm, hm! Aha!	410

Mrs. Linde. Because you couldn't have borrowed it.

Nora. Couldn't I? Why not?

Mrs. Linde. No, a wife cannot borrow without her husband's

consent.

Nora (tossing her head). Oh, if it is a wife who has any head for	415
business—a wife who has the wit to be a little bit clever—

Mrs. Linde. I don't understand it at all, Nora.

Nora. There is no need you should. I never said I had borrowed
the money. I may have got it some other way. (Lies back on the
sofa.) Perhaps I got it from some other admirer. When anyone is	420
as attractive as I am—

Mrs. Linde. You are a mad creature.

Nora. Now, you know you're full of curiosity, Christine.

Mrs. Linde. Listen to me, Nora dear. Haven't you been a little
bit imprudent?	425

Nora (sits up straight). Is it imprudent to save your husband's

life?

Mrs. Linde. It seems to me imprudent, without his knowledge, to—

Nora. But it was absolutely necessary that he should not know! My
goodness, can't you understand that? It was necessary he should	430
have no idea what a dangerous condition he was in. It was to me
that the doctors came and said that his life was in danger, and
that the only thing to save him was to live in the south. Do you
suppose I didn't try, first of all, to get what I wanted as if it
were for myself? I told him how much I should love to travel	435
abroad like other young wives; I tried tears and entreaties with
him; I told him that he ought to remember the condition I was in,
and that he ought to be kind and indulgent to me; I even hinted
that he might raise a loan. That nearly made him angry, Christine.
He said I was thoughtless, and that it was his duty as my husband	440
not to indulge me in my whims and caprices—as I believe he called
them. Very well, I thought, you must be saved—and that was how
I came to devise a way out of the difficulty—

Mrs. Linde. And did your husband never get to know from your
father that the money had not come from him?	445

Nora. No, never. Papa died just at that time. I had meant to let

him into the secret and beg him never to reveal it. But he was so

ill then—alas, there never was any need to tell him.

Mrs. Linde. And since then have you never told your secret to
your husband?	450

Nora. Good Heavens, no! How could you think so? A man who has
such strong opinions about these things! And besides, how painful
and humiliating it would be for Torvald, with his manly
independence, to know that he owed me anything! It would upset
our mutual relations altogether; our beautiful happy home would	455
no longer be what it is now.

Mrs. Linde. Do you mean never to tell him about it?

Nora (meditatively, and with a half smile). Yes—someday,
perhaps, after many years, when I am no longer as nice-looking as
I am now. Don't laugh at me! I mean, of course, when Torvald is	460
no longer as devoted to me as he is now; when my dancing and
dressing-up and reciting have palled on him; then it may be a
good thing to have something in reserve—(Breaking off.) What
nonsense! That time will never come. Now, what do you think of my
great secret, Christine? Do you still think I am of no use? I can	465
tell you, too, that this affair has caused me a lot of worry. It
has been by no means easy for me to meet my engagements
punctually. I may tell you that there is something that is
called, in business, quarterly interest, and another thing called
payment in installments, and it is always so dreadfully difficult	470
to manage them. I have had to save a little here and there, where
I could, you understand. I have not been able to put aside much
from my housekeeping money, for Torvald must have a good table. I
couldn't let my children be shabbily dressed; I have felt obliged
to use up all he gave me for them, the sweet little darlings!	475

Mrs. Linde. So it has all had to come out of your own necessaries

of life, poor Nora?

Nora. Of course. Besides, I was the one responsible for it. Whenever
Torvald has given me money for new dresses and such things, I have
never spent more than half of it; I have always bought the simplest	480
and cheapest things. Thank Heaven, any clothes look well on me,
and so Torvald has never noticed it. But it was often very hard
on me, Christine—because it is delightful to be really well
dressed, isn't it?

Mrs. Linde. Quite so.	485

Nora. Well, then I have found other ways of earning money. Last
winter I was lucky enough to get a lot of copying to do; so I
locked myself up and sat writing every evening until quite late
at night. Many a time I was desperately tired; but all the same
it was a tremendous pleasure to sit there working and earning	490
money. It was like being a man.

Mrs. Linde. How much have you been able to pay off in that way?

Nora. I can't tell you exactly. You see, it is very difficult to
keep an account of a business matter of that kind. I only know
that I have paid every penny that I could scrape together. Many a	495
time I was at my wits' end. (Smiles.) Then I used to sit here and
imagine that a rich old gentleman had fallen in love with me—

Mrs. Linde. What! Who was it?

Nora. Be quiet!—that he had died; and that when his will was
opened it contained, written in big letters, the instruction:	500
"The lovely Mrs. Nora Helmer is to have all I possess paid over
to her at once in cash."

Mrs. Linde. But, my dear Nora—who could the man be?

Nora. Good gracious, can't you understand? There was no old
gentleman at all; it was only something that I used to sit here	505
and imagine, when I couldn't think of any way of procuring money.
But it's all the same now; the tiresome old person can stay where
he is, as far as I am concerned; I don't care about him or his
will either, for I am free from care now. (Jumps up.) My
goodness, it's delightful to think of, Christine! Free from care!	510
To be able to be free from care, quite free from care; to be able
to play and romp with the children; to be able to keep the house
beautifully and have everything just as Torvald likes it! And,
think of it, soon the spring will come and the big blue sky!
Perhaps we shall be able to take a little trip—perhaps I shall	515
see the sea again! Oh, it's a wonderful thing to be alive and be
happy. (A bell is heard in the hall.)

Mrs. Linde (rising). There is the bell; perhaps I had better go.

Nora. No, don't go; no one will come in here; it is sure to be
for Torvald.	520

Servant (at the hall door). Excuse me, ma'am—there is a

gentleman to see the master, and as the doctor is with him—Nora.

Who is it?

Krogstad (at the door). It is I, Mrs. Helmer. (Mrs. LINDE starts,
trembles, and turns to the window.)	525

Nora (takes a step towards him, and speaks in a strained, low

voice). You? What is it? What do you want to see my husband

about?

Krogstad. Bank business—in a way. I have a small post in the
Bank, and I hear your husband is to be our chief now—	530

Nora. Then it is—

Krogstad. Nothing but dry business matters, Mrs. Helmer;

absolutely nothing else.

Nora. Be so good as to go into the study, then. (She bows
indifferently to him and shuts the door into the hall; then comes	535
back and makes up the fire in the stove.)

Mrs. Linde. Nora—who was that man?

Nora. A lawyer, of the name of Krogstad.

Mrs. Linde. Then it really was he.

Nora. Do you know the man?	540

Mrs. Linde. I used to—many years ago. At one time he was a

solicitor's clerk in our town.

Nora. Yes, he was.

Mrs. Linde. He is greatly altered.

Nora. He made a very unhappy marriage.	545

Mrs. Linde. He is a widower now, isn't he?

Nora. With several children. There now, it is burning up. Shuts

the door of the stove and moves the rocking-chair aside.)

Mrs. Linde. They say he carries on various kinds of business.

Nora. Really! Perhaps he does; I don't know anything about it.	550
But don't let us think of business; it is so tiresome.

Doctor Rank (comes out of HELMER'S study. Before he shuts the
door he calls to him). No, my dear fellow, I won't disturb you; I
would rather go in to your wife for a little while. (Shuts the
door and sees Mrs. LINDE.) I beg your pardon; I am afraid I am	555
disturbing you too.

Nora. No, not at all. (Introducing him). Doctor Rank, Mrs. Linde.

Rank. I have often heard Mrs. Linde's name mentioned here. I

think I passed you on the stairs when I arrived, Mrs. Linde?

Mrs. Linde. Yes, I go up very slowly; I can't manage stairs well.	560

Rank. Ah! some slight internal weakness?

Mrs. Linde. No, the fact is I have been overworking myself.

Rank. Nothing more than that? Then I suppose you have come to

town to amuse yourself with our entertainments?

Mrs. Linde. I have come to look for work.	565

Rank. Is that a good cure for overwork?

Mrs. Linde. One must live, Doctor Rank.

Rank. Yes, the general opinion seems to be that it is necessary.

Nora. Look here, Doctor Rank—you know you want to live.

Rank. Certainly. However wretched I may feel, I want to prolong	570
the agony as long as possible. All my patients are like that. And
so are those who are morally diseased; one of them, and a bad
case too, is at this very moment with Helmer—

Mrs. Linde (sadly). Ah!

Nora. Whom do you mean?	575

Rank. A lawyer of the name of Krogstad, a fellow you don't know

at all. He suffers from a diseased moral character, Mrs. Helmer;

but even he began talking of its being highly important that he

should live.

Nora. Did he? What did he want to speak to Torvald about?	580

Rank. I have no idea; I only heard that it was something about

the Bank.

Nora. I didn't know this—what's his name—Krogstad had anything

to do with the Bank.

Rank. Yes, he has some sort of appointment there. (To Mrs.	585
LINDE.) I don't know whether you find also in your part of the
world that there are certain people who go zealously snuffing
about to smell out moral corruption, and, as soon as they have
found some, put the person concerned into some lucrative position
where they can keep their eye on him. Healthy natures are left	590
out in the cold.

Mrs. Linde. Still I think the sick are those who most need taking

care of.

Rank (shrugging his shoulders). Yes, there you are. That is the
sentiment that is turning Society into a sick-house.	595

(NORA, who has been absorbed in her thoughts, breaks out into

smothered laughter and claps her hands.)

Rank. Why do you laugh at that? Have you any notion what Society

really is?

Nora. What do I care about tiresome Society? I am laughing at	600
something quite different, something extremely amusing. Tell me,
Doctor Rank, are all the people who are employed in the Bank
dependent on Torvald now?

Rank. Is that what you find so extremely amusing?

Nora (smiling and humming). That's my affair! (Walking about the	605
room.) It's perfectly glorious to think that we have—that
Torvald has so much power over so many people. (Takes the packet
from her pocket.) Doctor Rank, what do you say to a macaroon?

Rank. What, macaroons? I thought they were forbidden here.

Nora. Yes, but these are some Christine gave me.	610

Mrs. Linde. What! I?—

Nora. Oh, well, don't be alarmed! You couldn't know that Torvald
had forbidden them. I must tell you that he is afraid they will
spoil my teeth. But, bah!—once in a way—That's so, isn't it,
Doctor Rank? By your leave! (Puts a macaroon into his mouth.) You	615
must have one too, Christine. And I shall have one, just a little
one-or at most two. (Walking about.) I am tremendously happy.
There is just one thing in the world now that I should dearly
love to do.

Rank. Well, what is that?	620

Nora. It's something I should dearly love to say, if Torvald

could hear me.

Rank. Well, why can't you say it?

Nora. No, I daren't; it's so shocking.

Mrs. Linde. Shocking?	625

Rank. Well, I should not advise you to say it. Still, with us you

might. What is it you would so much like to say if Torvald could

hear you?

Nora. I should just love to say—Well, I'm damned!

Rank. Are you mad?	630

Mrs. Linde. Nora, dear—!

Rank. Say it, here he is!

Nora (hiding the packet). Hush! Hush! Hush! (HELMER comes out of

his room, with his coat over his arm and his hat in his hand.)

Nora. Well, Torvald dear, have you got rid of him?	635

Helmer. Yes, he has just gone.

Nora. Let me introduce you—this is Christine, who has come to town.

Helmer. Christine—? Excuse me, but I don't know—

Nora. Mrs. Linde, dear; Christine Linde.

Helmer. Of course. A school friend of my wife's, I presume?	640

Mrs. Linde. Yes, we have known each other since then.

Nora. And just think, she has taken a long journey in order to see you.

Helmer. What do you mean? Mrs. Linde. No, really, I—

Nora. Christine is tremendously clever at book-keeping, and she
is frightfully anxious to work under some clever man, so as to	645
perfect herself—

Helmer. Very sensible, Mrs. Linde.

Nora. And when she heard you had been appointed manager of the
Bank—the news was telegraphed, you know—she travelled here as
quick as she could. Torvald, I am sure you will be able to do	650
something for Christine, for my sake, won't you?

Helmer. Well, it is not altogether impossible. I presume you are