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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: A Doll's House</p> +<p>Author: Henrik Ibsen</p> +<p>Release Date: March 29, 2005 [eBook #15492]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A DOLL'S HOUSE***</p> +<p> </p> +<h4>E-text prepared by Ted Garvin, David Garcia,<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team</h4> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page1" name="page1"></a>[pg 1]</span> + +<h4> +TEN CENT POCKET SERIES NO. 353 +<br /> +Edited by E. Haldeman-Julius +</h4> + +<div style="height: 6em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h1> + A Doll's House +</h1> +<h2> + Henrik Ibsen +</h2> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h5> +HALDEMAN-JULIUS COMPANY <br /> +GIRARD, KANSAS +</h5> + +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page2" name="page2"></a>[pg 2]</span> +</p> +<hr /> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page3" name="page3"></a>[pg 3]</span> +</p> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + DRAMATIS PERSONAE +</h2> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Torvald Helmer. </p> +<p class="i2"> Nora, his wife. </p> +<p class="i2"> Doctor Rank. </p> +<p class="i2"> Mrs. Linde. </p> +<p class="i2"> Nils Krogstad. </p> +<p class="i2"> Helmer's three young children. </p> +<p class="i2"> Anne, their nurse. </p> +<p class="i2"> A Housemaid. </p> +<p class="i2"> A Porter. </p> +</div> +</div> + +<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0em;"> +(<i>The action takes place in Helmer's house</i>.) +</p> + +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page4" name="page4"></a>[pg 4]</span> +</p> + +<hr /> +<p class="toc"><a href="#h2H_4_0003"> +ACT I +</a></p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#h2H_4_0004"> +ACT II +</a></p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#h2H_4_0005"> +ACT III +</a></p> +<hr /> + + +<a name="h2H_4_0001" id="h2H_4_0001"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + + +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page5" name="page5"></a>[pg 5]</span> +</p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0003" id="h2H_4_0003"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + A DOLL'S HOUSE +</h2> +<h3> + ACT I +</h3> +<p> +(SCENE.—<i>A room furnished comfortably and tastefully, but not +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 round table, armchairs 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 wall; a cabinet with china and other small objects; a +small book-case with well-bound books. The floors are carpeted, and a +fire burns in the stove. It is winter.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>A bell rings in the hall; shortly afterwards the door is heard to +open. Enter</i> NORA, <i>humming a tune and in high spirits. She is in +out-door dress and carries a number of parcels; these she lays on the +table to the right. She leaves the outer door open after her, and +through it is seen a</i> PORTER <i>who is carrying a Christmas Tree and +a basket, which he gives to the</i> MAID <i>who has opened the +door</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Hide the Christmas Tree carefully, Helen. Be sure the +children do not see it + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page6" name="page6"></a>[pg 6]</span> + +till this evening, when it is dressed. (<i>To the</i> PORTER, <i>taking +out her purse</i>.) How much? +</p> +<p> +<i>Porter</i>. Sixpence. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. There is a shilling. No, keep the change. (<i>The</i> +PORTER <i>thanks her, and goes out</i>. NORA <i>shuts the door. She is +laughing to 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</i>.) Yes, he is in. +(<i>Still humming, she goes to the table on the right</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>calls out from his room</i>). Is that my little lark +twittering out there? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>busy opening some of the parcels</i>). Yes, it is! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Is it my little squirrel bustling about? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. When did my squirrel come home? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Just now. (<i>Puts the bag of macaroons into her pocket and +wipes her mouth</i>.) Come in here, Torvald, and see what I have bought. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Don't disturb me. (<i>A little later, he opens the door +and looks into the room, pen in hand</i>.) Bought, did you say? All +these things? Has my little spendthrift been wasting money again? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, but, Torvald, this year we really can let ourselves go +a little. This is the first Christmas that we have not needed to +economize. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Still, you know, we can't spend money recklessly. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, Torvald, we may be a wee bit + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page7" name="page7"></a>[pg 7]</span> + +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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes, after the New Year; but then it will be a whole +quarter before the salary is due. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Pooh! we can borrow till then. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nora! (<i>Goes up to her and takes her playfully by the +ear</i>.) 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, and— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>putting her hands over his mouth</i>). Oh! don't say +such horrid things. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Still, suppose that happened,—what then? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. If that were to happen, I don't suppose I should care +whether I owed money or not. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes, but what about the people who had lent it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. They? Who would bother about them? I should not know who +they were. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. That is like a woman! But seriously, Nora, you know what +I think about that. No debt, no borrowing. There can be no 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>moving towards the stove</i>). As you please, Torvald. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>following her</i>). Come, come, my + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page8" name="page8"></a>[pg 8]</span> + +little skylark must not droop her wings. What is this! Is my little +squirrel out of temper? (<i>Taking out his purse</i>.) Nora, what do you +think I have got here? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>turning round quickly</i>). Money! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. There you are. (<i>Gives her some money</i>.) Do you +think I don't know what a lot is wanted for housekeeping at +Christmas-time? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>counting</i>). Ten shillings—a pound—two pounds! Thank +you, thank you, Torvald; that will keep me going for a long time. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Indeed it must. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, yes, it will. But come here and let me show you what I +have bought. And ah 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 will soon break +them in pieces. And here are dress-lengths and handkerchiefs for the +maids; old Anne ought really to have something better. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. And what is in this parcel? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>crying out</i>). No, no! you mustn't see that till this +evening. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Very well. But now tell me, you extravagant little +person, what would you like for yourself? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. For myself? Oh, I am sure I don't want anything. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes, but you must. Tell me something reasonable that you +would particularly like to have. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page9" name="page9"></a>[pg 9]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, I really can't think of anything—unless, Torvald— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Well? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>playing with his coat buttons, and without raising her +eyes to his</i>). If you really want to give me something, you +might—you might— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Well, out with it! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>speaking quickly</i>). 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But, Nora— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. What are little people called that are always wasting +money? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>smiling</i>). Indeed it is—that is to say, if you +were really to save out of the money I give you, and then really buy +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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Oh but, Torvald— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You can't deny it, my dear, little Nora. (<i>Puts his arm +round her waist</i>.) It's a sweet little spendthrift, but she uses up a +deal of money. One would hardly believe how expensive such little +persons are! +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page10" name="page10"></a>[pg 10]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It's a shame to say that. I do really save all I can. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>laughing</i>). That's very true,—all you can. But you +can't save anything! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>smiling quietly and happily</i>). You haven't any idea +how many expenses we skylarks and squirrels have, Torvald. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You are an odd little soul. Very like your father. You +always find some new way of wheedling money out of me, and, as 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Ah, I wish I had inherited many of papa's qualities. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. 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? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Do I? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You do, really. Look straight at me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>looks at him</i>). Well? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>wagging his finger at her</i>). Hasn't Miss +Sweet-Tooth been breaking rules in town today? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No; what makes you think that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Hasn't she paid a visit to the confectioner's? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, I assure you, Torvald— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Not been nibbling sweets? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, certainly not. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page11" name="page11"></a>[pg 11]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Not even taken a bite at a macaroon or two? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, Torvald, I assure you really— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. There, there, of course I was only joking. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>going to the table on the right</i>). I should not think +of going against your wishes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. No, I am sure of that; besides, you gave me your +word—(<i>Going up to her</i>.) Keep your little Christmas secrets to +yourself, my darling. They will all be revealed tonight when the +Christmas Tree is lit, no doubt. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Did you remember to invite Doctor Rank? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. 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 this +morning. I have ordered some good wine. Nora, you can't think how I am +looking forward to this evening. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. So am I! And how the children will enjoy themselves, +Torvald! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. It is splendid to feel that one has a perfectly safe +appointment, and a big enough income. It's delightful to think of, isn't +it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It's wonderful! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Do you remember last Christmas? For a full three weeks +beforehand you shut yourself up every evening till long after midnight, +making ornaments for the Christmas Tree and all the other fine things +that were to be a surprise to us. It was the dullest three weeks I ever +spent! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I didn't find it dull. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page12" name="page12"></a>[pg 12]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>smiling</i>). But there was precious little result, +Nora. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Oh, you shouldn't tease me about that again. How could I +help the cat's going in and tearing everything to pieces? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, it is really wonderful. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. 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— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>clapping her hands</i>). No, Torvald, I needn't any +longer, need I! It's wonderfully lovely to hear you say so! (<i>Taking +his arm</i>.) Now I will tell you how I have been thinking we ought to +arrange things, Torvald. As soon as Christmas is over—(<i>A bell rings +in the hall</i>.) There's the bell. (<i>She tidies the room a little</i>.) +There's someone at the door. What a nuisance! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. If it is a caller, remember I am not at home. +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i> (<i>in the doorway</i>). A lady to see you, ma'am,—a +stranger. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Ask her to come in. +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i> (<i>to</i> HELMER). The doctor came at the same time, sir. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Did he go straight into my room? +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i>. Yes, sir. +</p> +<p class="hang"> +(HELMER <i>goes into his room. The</i> MAID <i>ushers in</i> MRS. LINDE, +<i>who is in traveling dress, and shuts the door</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page13" name="page13"></a>[pg 13]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs Linde</i> (<i>in a dejected and timid voice</i>). How do you do, +Nora? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>doubtfully</i>). How do you do— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. You don't recognize me, I suppose. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> No, I don't know—yes, to be sure, I seem +to—(<i>Suddenly</i>.) Yes! Christine! Is it really you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, it is I. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Christine! To think of my not recognising you! And yet how +could I—(<i>In a gentle voice</i>.) How you have altered, Christine! +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, I have indeed. In nine, ten long years— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I arrived by steamer this morning. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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. (<i>Helps her</i>.) Now we will sit down by +the stove, and be cosy. No, take this arm-chair; I will sit here in the +rocking-chair. (<i>Takes her hands</i>.) Now you look like your old self +again; it was only the first moment—You are a little paler, Christine, +and perhaps a little thinner. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. And much, much older, Nora. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page14" name="page14"></a>[pg 14]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Perhaps a little older; very, very little; certainly not +much. (<i>Stops suddenly and speaks seriously</i>.) What a thoughtless +creature I am, chattering away like this. My poor, dear Christine, do +forgive me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. What do you mean, Nora? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>gently</i>). Poor Christine, you are a widow. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes; it is three years ago now. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I quite understand, dear. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It was very bad of me, Christine. Poor thing, how you must +have suffered. And he left you nothing? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And no children? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Nothing at all, then? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Not even any sorrow or grief to live upon. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>looking incredulously at her</i>). But, Christine, is +that possible? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>smiles sadly and strokes her hair</i>). It +sometimes happens, Nora. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No, no; I want to hear about you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, you must begin. I mustn't be + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page15" name="page15"></a>[pg 15]</span> + +selfish today; today I 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? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No, what is it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Just fancy, my husband has been made manager of the Bank! +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Your husband? What good luck! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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! 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? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, anyhow I think it would be delightful to have +what one needs. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, not only what one needs, but heaps and heaps of money. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>smiling</i>). Nora, Nora, haven't you learnt sense +yet? In our schooldays you were a great spendthrift. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>laughing</i>). Yes, that is what Torvald says now. +(<i>Wags her finger at her</i>.) 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. You too? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes; odds and ends, needlework, + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page16" name="page16"></a>[pg 16]</span> + +crochet-work, embroidery, and that kind of thing. (<i>Dropping her +voice</i>.) 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 +overworked 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. You spent a whole year in Italy, didn't you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. So I should think. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It cost about two hundred and fifty pounds. That's a lot, +isn't it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, and in emergencies like that it is lucky to have +the money. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I ought to tell you that we had it from papa. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Oh, I see. It was just about that time that he died, +wasn't it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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 again, +Christine. That was the saddest time I have known since our marriage. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page17" name="page17"></a>[pg 17]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I know how fond you were of him. And then you went +off to Italy? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes; you see we had money then, and the doctors insisted on +our going, so we started a month later. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. And your husband came back quite well? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. As sound as a bell! +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs Linde</i>. But—the doctor? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What doctor? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs Linde</i>. I thought your maid said the gentleman who arrived +here just as I did, was the doctor? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, that was Doctor Rank, but he doesn't come here +professionally. He is our greatest friend, and comes in at least once +every day. No, Torvald has not had an hour's illness since then, and our +children are strong and healthy and so am I. (<i>Jumps up and claps her +hands</i>.) Christine! Christine! it's good to be alive and happy!—But +how horrid of me; I am talking of nothing but my own affairs. (<i>Sits +on a stool near her, and rests her arms on her knees</i>.) You mustn't +be angry with me. Tell me, is it really true that you did not love your +husband? Why did you marry him? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, perhaps you were quite right. He was rich at that time, +then? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I believe he was quite well off. But his business was +a precarious one; and, + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page18" name="page18"></a>[pg 18]</span> + +when he died, it all went to pieces and there was nothing left. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And then?— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. 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 she is gone; and the +boys do not need me either; they have got situations and can shift for +themselves. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What a relief you must feel it— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No, indeed; I only feel my life unspeakably empty. No +one to live for any more. (<i>Gets up restlessly</i>.) That is why I +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— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. But, Christine, that is so frightfully tiring, and you look +tired out now. You had far better go away to some watering-place. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>walking to the window</i>). I have no father to +give me money for a journey, Nora. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>rising</i>). Oh, don't be angry with me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>going up to her</i>). It is you that must not be +angry 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 +look-out for chances. One must live, and so one becomes selfish. When +you told me of the happy turn your fortunes + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page19" name="page19"></a>[pg 19]</span> + +have taken—you will hardly believe it—I was delighted not so much on +your account as on my own. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. How do you mean?—Oh, I understand. You mean that perhaps +Torvald could get you something to do. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, that was what I was thinking of. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. He must, Christine. Just leave it to me; I will broach the +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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I—? I know so little of them? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs Linde</i> (<i>smiling</i>). My dear! Small household cares and +that sort of thing!—You are a child, Nora. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>tosses her head and crosses the stage</i>). You ought +not to be so superior. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. You are just like all the others. They all think that I am +incapable of anything really serious— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Come, come— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>.—that I have gone through nothing in this world of cares. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. But, my dear Nora, you have just told me all your +troubles. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Pooh!—those were trifles. (<i>Lowering her voice</i>.) I +have not told you the important thing. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page20" name="page20"></a>[pg 20]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. The important thing? What do you mean? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Indeed, I don't look down on any one. But it is true +that I am both proud and glad to think that I was privileged to make the +end of my mother's life almost free from care. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And you are proud to think of what you have done for your +brothers. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I think I have the right to be. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I think so, too. But now, listen to this; I too have +something to be proud and glad of. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I have no doubt you have. But what do you refer to? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Speak low. Suppose Torvald were to hear! He mustn't on any +account—no one in the world must know, Christine, except you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. But what is it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Come here. (<i>Pulls her down on the sofa beside her</i>.) +Now I will show you that I too have something to be proud and glad of. +It was I who saved Torvald's life. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. "Saved"? How? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I told you about our trip to Italy. Torvald would never +have recovered if he had not gone there— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, but your father gave you the necessary funds. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>smiling</i>). Yes, that is what Torvald and all the +others think, but— +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page21" name="page21"></a>[pg 21]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. But.— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Papa didn't give us a shilling. It was I who procured the +money. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. You? All that large sum? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Two hundred and fifty pounds. What do you think of that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. But, Nora, how could you possibly do it? Did you win +a prize in the Lottery? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>contemptuously</i>). In the Lottery? There would have +been no credit in that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. But where did you get it from, then? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>humming and smiling with an air of mystery</i>). Hm, hu! +Aha! +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Because you couldn't have borrowed it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Couldn't I? Why not? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No, a wife cannot borrow without her husband's +consent. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>tossing her head</i>). Oh, if it is a wife who has any +head for business—a wife who has the wit to be a little bit clever— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I don't understand it at all, Nora. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. There is no need you should. I never said I had borrowed +the money. I may have got it some other way. (<i>Lies back on the +sofa.</i>) Perhaps I got it from some other admirer. When anyone is as +attractive as I am— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. You are a mad creature. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Now, you know you're full of curiosity, Christine. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Listen to me, Nora dear. Haven't you been a little +bit imprudent? +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page22" name="page22"></a>[pg 22]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>sits up straight</i>). Is it imprudent to save your +husband's life? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. It seems to me imprudent, without his knowledge, to— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. But it was absolutely necessary that he should not know! My +goodness, can't you understand that? It was necessary he should 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 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 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— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. And did your husband never get to know from your +father that the money had not come from him? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page23" name="page23"></a>[pg 23]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. And since then have you never told your secret to +your husband? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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 no longer be what it is now. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Do you mean never to tell him about it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>meditatively, and with a half smile.</i>) Yes—some day, +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 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—(<i>Breaking off,</i>) 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 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 instalments, and it is always so dreadfully difficult 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 + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page24" name="page24"></a>[pg 24]</span> + +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! +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. So it has all had to come out of your own necessaries +of life, poor Nora? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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 +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? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Quite so. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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 money. It was like being a +man. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. How much have you been able to pay off in that way? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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 time I was at +my wits' end. (<i>Smiles.</i>) Then I used to sit here and imagine that +a rich old gentleman had fallen in love with me— +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page25" name="page25"></a>[pg 25]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. What! Who was it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Be quiet!—that he had died; and that when his will was +opened it contained, written in big letters, the instruction: "The +lovely Mrs. Nora Helmer is to have all I possess paid over to her at +once in cash." +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. But, my dear Nora—who could the man be? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Good gracious, can't you understand? There was no old +gentleman at all; it was only something that I used to sit here 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. (<i>Jumps up</i>.) My goodness, it's delightful to +think of, Christine! Free from care! 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 see the sea again! Oh, it's a wonderful thing to be alive and be +happy. (<i>A bell is heard in the hall</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>rising</i>). There is the bell; perhaps I had +better go. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, don't go; no one will come in here; it is sure to be +for Torvald. +</p> +<p> +<i>Servant</i> (<i>at the hall door</i>). Excuse me, ma'am—there is a +gentleman to see the master, and as the doctor is with him— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Who is it? +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page26" name="page26"></a>[pg 26]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i> (<i>at the door</i>). It is I, Mrs. Helmer. +(<i>Mrs.</i> LINDE <i>starts, trembles, and turns to the window</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>takes a step towards him, and speaks in a strained low +voice</i>). You? What is it? What do you want to see my husband about? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Bank business—in a way. I have a small post in the +Bank, and I hear your husband is to be our chief now— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Then it is— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Nothing but dry business matters, Mrs. Helmers; +absolutely nothing else. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Be so good as to go into the study then. (<i>She bows +indifferently to him and shuts the door into the hall; then comes back +and makes up the fire in the stove</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Nora—who was that man? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. A lawyer, of the name of Krogstad. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Then it really was he. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Do you know the man? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I used to—many years ago. At one time he was a +solicitor's clerk in our town. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, he was. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. He is greatly altered. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. He made a very unhappy marriage. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. He is a widower now, isn't he? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. With several children. There now, it is burning up. +(<i>Shuts the door of the stove and moves the rocking-chair aside</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. They say he carries on various kinds of business. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Really! Perhaps he does; I don't know anything about it. +But don't let us think of business; it is so tiresome. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page27" name="page27"></a>[pg 27]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Doctor Rank</i> (<i>comes out of</i> HELMER'S <i>study. Before he +shuts the door he calls to him</i>). No, my dear fellow, I won't disturb +you; I would rather go in to your wife for a little while. (<i>Shuts the +door and sees</i> Mrs. LINDE.) I beg your pardon; I am afraid I am +disturbing you too. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, not at all. (<i>Introducing him</i>.) Doctor Rank, Mrs. +Linde. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. I have often heard Mrs. Linde's name mentioned here. I +think I passed you on the stairs when I arrived, Mrs. Linde? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, I go up very slowly; I can't manage stairs well. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Ah! some slight internal weakness? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No, the fact is I have been overworking myself. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Nothing more than that? Then I suppose you have come to +town to amuse yourself with our entertainments? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I have come to look for work. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Is that a good cure for overwork? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. One must live, Doctor Rank. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Yes, the general opinion seems to be that it is necessary. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Look here, Doctor Rank—you know you want to live. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Certainly. However wretched I may feel, I want to prolong +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— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>sadly</i>). Ah! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Whom do you mean? +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page28" name="page28"></a>[pg 28]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Did he? What did he want to speak to Torvald about? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. I have no idea; I only heard that it was something about +the Bank. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I didn't know this—what's his name—Krogstad had anything +to do with the Bank. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Yes, he has some sort of appointment there. (<i>To</i> Mrs. +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 out in the cold. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Still I think the sick are those who most need taking +care of. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>shrugging his shoulders</i>). Yes, there you are. That +is the sentiment that is turning Society into a sick-house. +</p> +<p> +(NORA, <i>who has been absorbed in her thoughts, breaks out into +smothered laughter and claps her hands</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Why do you laugh at that? Have you any notion what Society +really is? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What do I care about tiresome Society? I am laughing at +something quite different, something extremely amusing. Tell me, Doctor +Rank, are all the people who are + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page29" name="page29"></a>[pg 29]</span> + +employed in the Bank dependent on Torvald now? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Is that what you find so extremely amusing? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>smiling and humming</i>). That's my affair! (<i>Walking +about the room</i>.) It's perfectly glorious to think that we have—that +Torvald has so much power over so many people. (<i>Takes the packet from +her pocket</i>.) Doctor Rank, what do you say to a macaroon? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. What, macaroons? I thought they were forbidden here. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, but these are some Christine gave me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. What! I?— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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! (<i>Puts a macaroon into his mouth.)</i> You must have one +too, Christine. And I shall have one, just a little one—or at most two. +(<i>Walking about</i>.) I am tremendously happy. There is just one thing +in the world now that I should dearly love to do. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Well, what is that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It's something I should dearly love to say, if Torvald +could hear me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Well, why can't you say it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>, No, I daren't; it's so shocking. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Shocking? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Well, I should not advise you to say it. Still, with us you +might. What is it you + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page30" name="page30"></a>[pg 30]</span> + +would so much like to say if Torvald could hear you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I should just love to say—Well, I'm damned! +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Are you mad? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Nora, dear—! +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Say it, here he is! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>hiding the packet</i>). Hush! Hush! Hush! (HELMER +<i>comes out of his room, with his coat over his arm and his hat in his +hand</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Well, Torvald dear, have you got rid of him? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes, he has just gone. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Let me introduce you—this is Christine, who has come to +town. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Christine—? Excuse me, but I don't know— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Mrs. Linde, dear; Christine Linde. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Of course. A school friend of my wife's, I presume? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, we have known each other since then. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And just think, she has taken a long journey in order to +see you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. What do you mean? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No, really, I— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Christine is tremendously clever at book-keeping, and she +is frightfully anxious to work under some clever man, so as to perfect +herself— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Very sensible, Mrs. Linde. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And when she heard you had been appointed manager of the +Bank—the news was telegraphed, you know—she traveled here as quick as +she could, Torvald, I am sure you will + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page31" name="page31"></a>[pg 31]</span> + +be able to do something for Christine, for my sake, won't you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Well, it is not altogether impossible. I presume you are +a widow, Mrs. Linde? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. And have had some experience of bookkeeping? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, a fair amount. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Ah! well it's very likely I may be able to find something +for you— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>clapping her hands</i>). What did I tell you? What did I +tell you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You have just come at a fortunate moment, Mrs. Linde. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. How am I to thank you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. There is no need. (<i>Puts on his coat</i>.) But today +you must excuse me— +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Wait a minute; I will come with you. (<i>Brings his fur +coat from the hall and warms it at the fire</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Don't be long away, Torvald dear. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. About an hour, not more. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Are you going too, Christine? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>putting on her cloak</i>). Yes, I must go and look +for a room. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Oh, well then, we can walk down the street together. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>helping her</i>). What a pity it is we are so short of +space here; I am afraid it is impossible for us— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Please don't think of it! Good-bye, Nora dear, and +many thanks. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Good-bye for the present. Of course you will come back this +evening. And you too, + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page32" name="page32"></a>[pg 32]</span> + +Dr. Rank. What do you say? If you are well enough? Oh, you must be! Wrap +yourself up well. (<i>They go to the door all talking together. +Children's voices are heard on the staircase.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. There they are. There they are! (<i>She runs to open the +door. The</i> NURSE <i>comes in with the children.</i>) Come in! Come +in! (<i>Stoops and kisses them.</i>) Oh, you sweet blessings! Look at +them, Christine! Aren't they darlings? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Don't let us stand here in the draught. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Come along, Mrs. Linde; the place will only be bearable +for a mother now! +</p> +<p> +(RANK, HELMER, <i>and</i> MRS. LINDE <i>go downstairs. The</i> NURSE +<i>comes forward with the children;</i> NORA <i>shuts the hall +door.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. How fresh and well you look! Such red cheeks!—like apples +and roses. (<i>The children all talk at once while she speaks to +them.</i>) Have you had great fun? That's splendid! What, you pulled +both Emmy and Bob along on the sledge?—both at once?—that <i>was</i> +good. You are a clever boy, Ivar. Let me take her for a little, Anne. My +sweet little baby doll! (<i>Takes the baby from the</i> MAID <i>and +dances it up and down.</i>) Yes, yes, mother will dance with Bob too. +What! Have you been snow-balling? I wish I had been there too! No, no, I +will take their things off, Anne; please let me do it, it is such fun. +Go in now, you look half frozen. There is some hot coffee for you on the +stove. +</p> +<p> +(<i>The</i> NURSE <i>goes into the room on the left. + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page33" name="page33"></a>[pg 33]</span> + +Nora takes off the children's things and throws them about, while +they all talk to her at once</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Really! Did a big dog run after you? But it didn't bite +you? No, dogs don't bite nice little dolly children. You mustn't look at +the parcels, Ivar. What are they? Ah, I daresay you would like to know. +No, no—it's something nasty! Come, let us have a game. What shall we +play at? Hide and Seek? Yes, we'll play Hide and Seek. Bob shall hide +first. Must I hide? Very well, I'll hide first. (<i>She and the children +laugh and shout, and romp in and out of the room; at last Nora hides +under the table the children rush in and look for her, but do not see +her; they hear her smothered laughter run to the table, lift up the +cloth and find her. Shouts of laughter. She crawls forward and pretends +to frighten them. Fresh laughter. Meanwhile there has been a knock at +the hall door, but none of them has noticed it. The door is half opened, +and KROGSTAD appears. He waits a little; the game goes on.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Excuse me, Mrs. Helmer. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>with a stifled cry, turns round and gets up on to her +knees</i>). Ah! what do you want? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Excuse me, the outer door was ajar; I suppose someone +forgot to shut it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>rising</i>). My husband is out, Mr. Krogstad. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I know that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What do you want here, then? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. A word with you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. With me?—(<i>To the children, gently</i>.) + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page34" name="page34"></a>[pg 34]</span> + +Go in to nurse. What? No, the strange man won't do mother any harm. When +he has gone we will have another game. (<i>She takes the children into +the room on the left, and shuts the door after them.</i>) You want to +speak to me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Yes, I do. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Today? It is not the first of the month yet. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. No, it is Christmas Eve, and it will depend on yourself +what sort of a Christmas you will spend. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What do you want? Today it is absolutely impossible for me— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. We won't talk about that till later on. This is +something different. I presume you can give me a moment? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes—yes, I can—although— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Good. I was in Olsen's Restaurant and saw your husband +going down the street— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. With a lady. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What then? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. May I make so bold as to ask if it was a Mrs. Linde? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It was. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Just arrived in town? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, today. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. She is a great friend of yours, isn't she? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>: She is. But I don't see— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I knew her too, once upon a time. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I am aware of that. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page35" name="page35"></a>[pg 35]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Are you? So you know all about it; I thought as much. +Then I can ask you, without beating about the bush—is Mrs. Linde to +have an appointment in the Bank? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What right have you to question me, Mr. Krogstad?—You, one +of my husband's subordinates! But since you ask, you shall know. Yes, +Mrs. Linde <i>is</i> to have an appointment. And it was I who pleaded +her cause, Mr. Krogstad, let me tell you that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I was right in what I thought, then. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>walking up and down the stage</i>). Sometimes one has a +tiny little bit of influence, I should hope. Because one is a woman, it +does not necessarily follow that—. When anyone is in a subordinate +position, Mr. Krogstad, they should really be careful to avoid offending +anyone who—who— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Who has influence? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Exactly. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i> (<i>changing his tone</i>). Mrs. Helmer, you will be so +good as to use your influence on my behalf. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What? What do you mean? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. You will be so kind as to see that I am allowed to keep +my subordinate position in the Bank. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What do you mean by that? Who proposes to take your post +away from you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Oh, there is no necessity to keep up the pretence of +ignorance. I can quite understand that your friend is not very anxious +to expose herself to the chance of rubbing + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page36" name="page36"></a>[pg 36]</span> + +shoulders with me; and I quite understand, too, whom I have to thank for +being turned off. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. But I assure you— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Very likely; but, to come to the point, the time has +come when I should advise you to use your influence to prevent that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. But, Mr. Krogstad, I <i>have</i> no influence. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Haven't you? I thought you said yourself just now— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Naturally I did not mean you to put that construction on +it. I! What should make you think I have any influence of that kind with +my husband? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Oh, I have known your husband from our student days. I +don't suppose he is any more unassailable than other husbands. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. If you speak slightly of my husband, I shall turn you out +of the house. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. You are bold, Mrs. Helmer. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I am not afraid of you any longer, As soon as the New Year +comes, I shall in a very short time be free of the whole thing. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i> (<i>controlling himself</i>). Listen to me, Mrs. Helmer. +If necessary, I am prepared to fight for my small post in the Bank as if +I were fighting for my life. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. So it seems. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. It is not only for the sake of the money; indeed, that +weighs least with me in the matter. There is another reason—well, I may +as well tell you. My position is this. I daresay you know, like +everybody else, that + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page37" name="page37"></a>[pg 37]</span> + +once, many years ago, I was guilty of an indiscretion. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I think I have heard something of the kind. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. The matter never came into court; but every way seemed +to be closed to me after that. So I took to the business that you know +of. I had to do something; and, honestly, don't think I've been one of +the worst. But now I must cut myself free from all that. My sons are +growing up; for their sake I must try and win back as much respect as I +can in the town. This post in the Bank was like the first step up for +me—and now your husband is going to kick me downstairs again into the +mud. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. But you must believe me, Mr. Krogstad; it is not in my +power to help you at all. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Then it is because you haven't the will; but I have +means to compel you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. You don't mean that you will tell my husband that I owe you +money? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Hm!—suppose I were to tell him? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It would be perfectly infamous of you. (<i>Sobbing</i>.) To +think of his learning my secret, which has been my joy and pride, in +such an ugly, clumsy way—that he should learn it from you! And it would +put me in a horribly disagreeable position— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Only disagreeable? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>impetuously</i>). Well, do it, then!—and it will be the +worse for you. My husband will see for himself what a blackguard you +are, and you certainly won't keep your post then. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page38" name="page38"></a>[pg 38]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I asked you if it was only a disagreeable scene at home +that you were afraid of? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. If my husband does get to know of it, of course he will at +once pay you what is still owing, and we shall have nothing more to do +with you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i> (<i>coming a step nearer</i>). Listen to me, Mrs. +Helmer. Either you have a very bad memory or you know very little of +business. I shall be obliged to remind you of a few details. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What do you mean? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. When your husband was ill, you came to me to borrow two +hundred and fifty pounds. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I didn't know any one else to go to. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I promised to get you that amount— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, and you did so. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I promised to get you that amount, on certain +conditions. Your mind was so taken up with your husband's illness, and +you were so anxious to get the money for your journey, that you seem to +have paid no attention to the conditions of our bargain. Therefore it +will not be amiss if I remind you of them. Now, I promised to get the +money on the security of a bond which I drew up. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, and which I signed. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Good. But below your signature there were a few lines +constituting your father a surety for the money; those lines your father +should have signed. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page39" name="page39"></a>[pg 39]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Should? He did sign them. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I had left the date blank; that is to say your father +should himself have inserted the date on which he signed the paper. Do +you remember that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, I think I remember— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Then I gave you the bond to send by post to your +father. Is that not so? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. And you naturally did so at once, because five or six +days afterwards you brought me the bond with your father's signature. +And then I gave you the money. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Well, haven't I been paying it off regularly? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Fairly so, yes. But—to come back to the matter in +hand—that must have been a very trying time for you, Mrs. Helmer? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It was, indeed. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Your father was very ill, wasn't he? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. He was very near his end. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. And died soon afterwards? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Tell me, Mrs. Helmer, can you by any chance remember +what day your father died?—on what day of the month, I mean. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Papa died on the 29th of September. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. That is correct; I have ascertained it for myself. And, +as that is so, there is a discrepancy (<i>taking a paper from his +pocket</i>) which I cannot account for. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What discrepancy? I don't know— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. The discrepancy consists, Mrs. + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page40" name="page40"></a>[pg 40]</span> + +Helmer, in the fact that your father signed this bond three days after +his death. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What do you mean? I don't understand— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Your father died on the 29th of September. But, look +here; your father dated his signature the 2nd of October. It is a +discrepancy, isn't it? (NORA <i>is silent</i>.) Can you explain it to +me? (NORA <i>is still silent</i>.) It is a remarkable thing, too, that +the words "2nd of October," as well as the year, are not written in your +father's handwriting but in one that I think I know. Well, of course it +can be explained; your father may have forgotten to date his signature, +and someone else may have dated it haphazard before they knew of his +death. There is no harm in that. It all depends on the signature of the +name; and <i>that</i> is genuine, I suppose, Mrs. Helmer? It was your +father himself who signed his name here? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>after a short pause, throws her head up and looks +defiantly at him</i>). No, it was not. It was I that wrote papa's name. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Are you aware that is a dangerous confession? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. In what way? You shall have your money soon. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Let me ask you a question; why did you not send the +paper to your father? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It was impossible; papa was so ill. If I had asked him for +his signature, I should have had to tell him what the money was to be +used for; and when he was so ill himself + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page41" name="page41"></a>[pg 41]</span> + +I couldn't tell him that my husband's life was in danger—it was +impossible. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. It would have been better for you if you had given up +your trip abroad. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, that was impossible. That trip was to save my husband's +life; I couldn't give that up. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. But did it never occur to you that you were committing +a fraud on me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I couldn't take that into account; I didn't trouble myself +about you at all. I couldn't bear you, because you put so many heartless +difficulties in my way, although you knew what a dangerous condition my +husband was in. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Mrs. Helmer, you evidently do not realise clearly what +it is that you have been guilty of. But I can assure you that my one +false step, which lost me all my reputation, was nothing more or nothing +worse than what you have done. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. You? Do you ask me to believe that you were brave enough to +run a risk to save your wife's life. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. The law cares nothing about motives. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Then it must be a very foolish law. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Foolish or not, it is the law by which you will be +judged, if I produce this paper in court. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I don't believe it. Is a daughter not to be allowed to +spare her dying father anxiety and care? Is a wife not to be allowed to +save her husband's life? I don't know much about + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page42" name="page42"></a>[pg 42]</span> + +law; but I am certain that there must be laws permitting such things as +that. Have you no knowledge of such laws—you who are a lawyer? You must +be a very poor lawyer, Mr. Krogstad. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Maybe. But matters of business—such business as you +and I have had together—do you think I don't understand that? Very +well. Do as you please. But let me tell you this—if I lose my position +a second time, you shall lose yours with me. (<i>He bows, and goes out +through the hall</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>appears buried in thought for a short time, then tosses +her head)</i>. Nonsense! Trying to frighten me like that!—I am not so +silly as he thinks. (<i>Begins to busy herself putting the children's +things in order</i>.) And yet—? No, it's impossible! I did it for +love's sake. +</p> +<p> +<i>The Children</i> (<i>in the doorway on the left.)</i> Mother, the +stranger man has gone out through the gate. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, dears, I know. But, don't tell anyone about the +stranger man. Do you hear? Not even papa. +</p> +<p> +<i>Children</i>. No, mother; but will you come and play again? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No no,—not now. +</p> +<p> +<i> Children</i>. But, mother, you promised us. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, but I can't now. Run away in; I have such a lot to do. +Run away in, sweet little darlings. (<i>She gets them into the room by +degrees and shuts the door on them; then sits down on the sofa, takes up +a piece of needlework and sews a few stitches, but soon stops</i>.) + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page43" name="page43"></a>[pg 43]</span> + +No! (<i>Throws down the work, gets up, goes to the hall door and calls +out</i>.) Helen, bring the Tree in. (<i>Goes to the table on the left, +opens a drawer, and stops again</i>.) No, no! it is quite impossible! +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i> (<i>coming in with the Tree</i>). Where shall I put it, +ma'am? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Here, in the middle of the floor. +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i>. Shall I get you anything else? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, thank you. I have all I want. +</p> +<p style="text-align: right;"> +[<i>Exit</i> MAID +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>begins dressing the tree</i>). A candle here—and +flowers here—. The horrible man! It's all nonsense—there's nothing +wrong. The Tree shall be splendid! I will do everything I can think of +to please you, Torvald!—I will sing for you, dance for you—(HELMER +<i>comes in with some papers under his arm</i>.) Oh! are you back +already? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes. Has anyone been here? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Here? No. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. That is strange. I saw Krogstad going out of the gate. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Did you? Oh yes, I forgot Krogstad was here for a moment. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nora, I can see from your manner that he has been here +begging you to say a good word for him. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. And you were to appear to do it of your own accord; you +were to conceal from me the fact of his having been here; didn't he beg +that of you too? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, Torvald, but— +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page44" name="page44"></a>[pg 44]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nora, Nora, and you would be a party to that sort of +thing? To have any talk with a man like that, and give him any sort of +promise? And to tell me a lie into the bargain? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. A lie—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Didn't you tell me no one had been here? (<i>Shakes his +finger at her</i>.) My little song-bird must never do that again. A +song-bird must have a clean beak to chirp with—no false notes! (<i>Puts +his arm round her waist.</i>) That is so, isn't it? Yes, I am sure it +is. (<i>Lets her go</i>.) We will say no more about it. (<i>Sits down by +the stove</i>.) How warm and snug it is here! (<i>Turns over his +papers</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>after a short pause, during which she busies herself +with the Christmas Tree</i>). Torvald! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>: I am looking forward tremendously to the fancy dress ball +at the Stensborgs' the day after tomorrow. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. And I am tremendously curious to see what you are going +to surprise me with. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It was very silly of me to want to do that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. What do you mean? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I can't hit upon anything that will do; everything I think +of seems so silly and insignificant. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Does my little Nora acknowledge that at last? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>standing behind his chair with her + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page45" name="page45"></a>[pg 45]</span> + +arms on the back of it</i>). Are you very busy, Torvald? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Well— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What are all those papers? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Bank business. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Already? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. I have got authority from the retiring manager to +undertake the necessary changes in the staff and in the rearrangement of +the work; and I must make use of the Christmas week for that, so as to +have everything in order for the new year. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Then that was why this poor Krogstad— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Hm! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>leans against the back of his chair and strokes his +hair</i>). If you hadn't been so busy I should have asked you a +tremendously big favour, Torvald. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. What is that? Tell me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. There is no one has such good taste as you. And I do so +want to look nice at the fancy-dress ball. Torvald, couldn't you take me +in hand and decide what I shall go as, and what sort of a dress I shall +wear? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Aha! so my obstinate little woman is obliged to get +someone to come to her rescue? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, Torvald, I can't get along a bit without your help. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> Very well, I will think it over, we shall manage to hit +upon something. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. That <i>is</i> nice of you. (<i>Goes to the Christmas Tree. +A short pause.)</i> How pretty the red flowers look—. But, tell me, was +it + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page46" name="page46"></a>[pg 46]</span> + +really something very bad that this Krogstad was guilty of? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. He forged someone's name. Have you any idea what that +means? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Isn't it possible that he was driven to do it by necessity? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes; or, as in so many cases, by imprudence. I am not so +heartless as to condemn a man altogether because of a single false step +of that kind. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No you wouldn't, would you, Torvald? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Many a man has been able to retrieve his character, if he +has openly confessed his fault and taken his punishment. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Punishment—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But Krogstad did nothing of that sort; he got himself out +of it by a cunning trick, and that is why he has gone under altogether. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. But do you think it would—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Just think how a guilty man like that has to lie and play +the hypocrite with everyone, how he has to wear a mask in the presence +of those near and dear to him, even before his own wife and children. +And about the children—that is the most terrible part of it all, Nora. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. How? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Because such an atmosphere of lies infects and poisons +the whole life of a home. Each breath the children take in such a house +is full of the germs of evil. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>coming nearer him</i>). Are you sure of that? +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page47" name="page47"></a>[pg 47]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. My dear, I have often seen it in the course of my life as +a lawyer. Almost everyone who has gone to the bad early in life has had +a deceitful mother. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Why do you only say—mother? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. It seems most commonly to be the mother's influence, +though naturally a bad father's would have the same result. Every lawyer +is familiar with the fact. This Krogstad, now, has been persistently +poisoning his own children with lies and dissimulation; that is why I +say he has lost all moral character. (<i>Holds out his hands to +her.)</i> That is why my sweet little Nora must promise me not to plead +his cause. Give me your hand on it. Come, come, what is this? Give me +your hand. There now, that's settled. I assure you it would be quite +impossible for me to work with him; I literally feel physically ill when +I am in the company of such people. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>takes her hand out of his and goes to the opposite side +of the Christmas Tree</i>). How hot it is in here; and I have such a lot +to do. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>getting up and putting his papers in order</i>). Yes, +and I must try and read through some of these before dinner; and I must +think about your costume, too. And it is just possible I may have +something ready in gold paper to hang up on the Tree. (<i>Puts his hand +on her head.)</i> My precious little singing-bird! (<i>He goes into his +room and shuts the door after him.)</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>after a pause, whispers</i>). No, no—it + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page48" name="page48"></a>[pg 48]</span> + +isn't true. It's impossible; it must be impossible. +</p> +<p> +(<i>The</i> NURSE <i>opens the door on the left.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. The little ones are begging so hard to be allowed to come +in to mamma. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, no, no! Don't let them come in to me! You stay with +them, Anne. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. Very well, ma'am. (<i>Shuts the door.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>pale with terror</i>). Deprave my little children? +Poison my home? (<i>A short pause. Then she tosses her head.</i>) It's +not true. It can't possibly be true. +</p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0004" id="h2H_4_0004"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + ACT II +</h2> +<p> +(THE SAME SCENE—<i>The Christmas Tree is in the corner by the piano, +stripped of its ornaments and with burnt-down candle-ends on its +dishevelled branches.</i> NORA'S <i>cloak and hat are lying on the sofa. +She is alone in the room, walking about uneasily. She stops by the sofa +and takes up her cloak.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>drops the cloak</i>). Someone is coming now! (<i>Goes to +the door and listens.</i>) No—it is no one. Of course, no one will come +today, Christmas Day—nor tomorrow either. But, perhaps—(<i>opens the +door and looks out</i>.) No, nothing in the letter-box; it is quite +empty. (<i>Comes forward.</i>) What rubbish! of course he can't be in +earnest about it. Such a thing couldn't happen; it is impossible—I have +three little children. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page49" name="page49"></a>[pg 49]</span> +</p> +<p class="hang"> +(<i>Enter the</i> NURSE <i>from the room on the left, carrying a big +cardboard box.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. At last I have found the box with the fancy dress. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Thanks; put it on the table. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i> (<i>doing so</i>). But it is very much in want of mending. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I should like to tear it into a hundred thousand pieces. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. What an idea! It can easily be put in order—just a little +patience. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, I will go and get Mrs. Linde to come and help me with it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. What, out again? In this horrible weather? You will catch +cold, ma'am, and make yourself ill. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Well, worse than that might happen. How are the children? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. The poor little souls are playing with their Christmas +presents, but— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Do they ask much for me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. You see, they are so accustomed to have their mamma with +them. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, but, nurse, I shall not be able to be so much with +them now as I was before. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. Oh well, young children easily get accustomed to anything. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Do you think so? Do you think they would forget their +mother if she went away altogether? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. Good heavens!—went away altogether? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Nurse, I want you to tell me something I have often +wondered about—how could + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page50" name="page50"></a>[pg 50]</span> + +you have the heart to put your own child out among strangers? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. I was obliged to, if I wanted to be little Nora's nurse. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, but how could you be willing to do it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. What, when I was going to get such a good place by it? A +poor girl who has got into trouble should be glad to. Besides, that +wicked man didn't do a single thing for me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. But I suppose your daughter has quite forgotten you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. No, indeed she hasn't. She wrote to me when she was +confirmed, and when she was married. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>putting her arms round her neck</i>). Dear old Anne, +you were a good mother to me when I was little. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. Little Nora, poor dear, had no other mother but me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And if my little ones had no other mother, I am sure you +would—What nonsense I am talking! (<i>Opens the box.</i>) Go in to +them. Now I must—. You will see tomorrow how charming I shall look. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nurse</i>. I am sure there will be no one at the ball so charming as +you, ma'am. (<i>Goes into the room on the left.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>begins to unpack the box, but soon pushes it away from +her</i>). If only I dared go out. If only no one would come. If only I +could be sure nothing would happen here in the meantime. Stuff and +nonsense! No one will come. Only I mustn't think about it. I + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page51" name="page51"></a>[pg 51]</span> + +will brush my muff. What lovely, lovely gloves! Out of my thoughts, out +of my thoughts! One, two, three, four, five, six—(<i>Screams.</i>) Ah! +there is someone coming—. (<i>Makes a movement towards the door, but +stands irresolute</i>.) +</p> +<p class="hang"> +(<i>Enter</i> MRS. LINDE <i>from the hall, where she has taken off her +cloak and hat</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Oh, it's you, Christine. There is no one else out there, is +there? How good of you to come! +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I heard you were up asking for me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, I was passing by. As a matter of fact, it is something +you could help me with. Let us sit down here on the sofa. Look here. +Tomorrow evening there is to be a fancy-dress ball at the Stenborgs', +who live above us; and Torvald wants me to go as a Neapolitan +fisher-girl, and dance the Tarantella that I learnt at Capri. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I see; you are going to keep up the character. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, Torvald wants me to. Look, here is the dress; Torvald +had it made for me there, but now it is all so torn, and I haven't any +idea— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. We will easily put that right. It is only some of the +trimming come unsewn here and there. Needle and thread? Now then, that's +all we want. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It <i>is</i> nice of you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>sewing</i>). So you are going to be dressed up +tomorrow, Nora. I will tell you what—I shall come in for a moment and +see + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page52" name="page52"></a>[pg 52]</span> + +you in your fine feathers. But I have completely forgotten to thank you +for a delightful evening yesterday. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>gets up, and crosses the stage</i>). Well I don't think +yesterday was as pleasant as usual. You ought to have come to town a +little earlier, Christine. Certainly Torvald does understand how to make +a house dainty and attractive. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. And so do you, it seems to me; you are not your +father's daughter for nothing. But tell me, is Doctor Rank always as +depressed as he was yesterday? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No; yesterday it was very noticeable. I must tell you that +he suffers from a <i>very</i> dangerous disease. He has consumption of +the spine, poor creature. His father was a horrible man who committed +all sorts of excesses; and that is why his son was sickly from +childhood, do you understand? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>dropping her sewing</i>). But, my dearest Nora, +how do you know anything about such things? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>walking about</i>). Pooh! When you have three children, +you get visits now and then from—from married women, who know something +of medical matters, and they talk about one thing and another. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>goes on sewing. A short silence</i>). Does Doctor +Rank come here every day? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Every day regularly. He is Torvald's most intimate friend, +and a great friend of mine too. He is just like one of the family. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. But tell me this—is he + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page53" name="page53"></a>[pg 53]</span> + +perfectly sincere? I mean, isn't he the kind of a man that is very anxious +to make himself agreeable? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Not in the least. What makes you think that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. When you introduced him to me yesterday, he declared +he had often heard my name mentioned in this house; but afterwards I +noticed that your husband hadn't the slightest idea who I was. So how +could Doctor Rank—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. That is quite right, Christine. Torvald is so absurdly fond +of me that he wants me absolutely to himself, as he says. At first he +used to seem almost jealous if I mentioned any of the dear folk at home, +so naturally I gave up doing so. But I often talk about such things with +Doctor Rank, because he likes hearing about them. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Listen to me, Nora. You are still very like a child +in many ways, and I am older than you in many ways and have a little +more experience. Let me tell you this—you ought to make an end of it +with Doctor Rank. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What ought I to make an end of? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Of two things, I think. Yesterday you talked some +nonsense about a rich admirer who was to leave you money— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. An admirer who doesn't exist, unfortunately! But what then? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Is Doctor Rank a man of means? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, he is. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. And has no one to provide for? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, no one; but— +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page54" name="page54"></a>[pg 54]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. And comes here every day? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, I told you so. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. But how can this well-bred man be so tactless? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I don't understand you at all. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Don't prevaricate, Nora. Do you suppose I don't guess +who lent you the two hundred and fifty pounds. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Are you out of your senses? How can you think of such a +thing! A friend of ours, who comes here every day! Do you realise what a +horribly painful position that would be? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Then it really isn't he? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, certainly not. It would never have entered into my head +for a moment. Besides, he had no money to lend then; he came into his +money afterwards. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Well, I think that was lucky for you, my dear Nora. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, it would never have come into my head to ask Doctor +Rank. Although I am quite sure that if I had asked him— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. But of course you won't. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Of course not. I have no reason to think it could possibly +be necessary. But I am quite sure that if I told Doctor Rank— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Behind your husband's back? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I must make an end of it with the other one, and that will +be behind his back too. I <i>must</i> make an end of it with him. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, that is what I told you yesterday, but— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>walking up and down</i>). A man can put a thing like +that straight much easier than a woman— +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page55" name="page55"></a>[pg 55]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. One's husband, yes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Nonsense! (<i>Standing still</i>.) When you pay off a debt +you get your bond back, don't you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, as a matter of course. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And can tear it into a hundred thousand pieces, and burn it +up—the nasty, dirty paper! +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>looks hard at her, lays down her sewing and gets +up slowly</i>). Nora, you are concealing something from me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Do I look as if I were? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Something has happened to you since yesterday +morning. Nora, what is it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>going nearer to her</i>). Christine! (<i>Listens</i>.) +Hush! there's Torvald come home. Do you mind going in to the children +for the present? Torvald can't bear to see dressmaking going on. Let +Anne help you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>gathering some of the things together</i>). +Certainly—but I am not going away from here till we have had it out +with one another. (<i>She goes into the room, on the left, as Helmer +comes in from, the hall</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>going up to</i> HELMAR). I have wanted you so much, +Torvald dear. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Was that the dressmaker? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, it was Christine; she is helping me to put my dress in +order. You will see I shall look quite smart. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Wasn't that a happy thought of mine, now? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Splendid! But don't you think it is nice of me, too, to do +as you wish? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nice?—because you do as your + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page56" name="page56"></a>[pg 56]</span> + +husband wishes? Well, well, you little rogue, I am sure you did not mean +it in that way. But I am not going to disturb you; you will want to be +trying on your dress, I expect. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I suppose you are going to work. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes. (<i>Shows her a bundle of papers</i>.) Look at that. +I have just been into the bank. (<i>Turns to go into his room</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Torvald. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. If your little squirrel were to ask you for something very, +very prettily—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. What then? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Would you do it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. I should like to hear what it is, first. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Your squirrel would run about and do all her tricks if you +would be nice, and do what she wants. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Speak plainly. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Your skylark would chirp about in every room, with her song +rising and falling— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Well, my skylark does that anyhow. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I would play the fairy and dance for you in the moonlight, +Torvald. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nora—you surely don't mean that request you made of me +this morning? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>going near him</i>). Yes, Torvald, I beg you so +earnestly— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Have you really the courage to open up that question +again? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, dear, you <i>must</i> do as I ask; you <i>must</i> let +Krogstad keep his post in the bank. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. My dear Nora, it is his post that I have arranged Mrs. +Linde shall have. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page57" name="page57"></a>[pg 57]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Yes, you have been awfully kind about that; but you could +just as well dismiss some other clerk instead of Krogstad. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> This is simply incredible obstinacy! Because you chose to +give him a thoughtless promise that you would speak for him, I am +expected to— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> That isn't the reason, Torvald. It is for your own sake. +This fellow writes in the most scurrilous newspapers; you have told me +so yourself. He can do you an unspeakable amount of harm. I am +frightened to death of him— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> Ah, I understand; it is recollections of the past that +scare you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> What do you mean? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> Naturally you are thinking of your father. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Yes—yes, of course. Just recall to your mind what these +malicious creatures wrote in the papers about papa, and how horribly +they slandered him. I believe they would have procured his dismissal if +the Department had not sent you over to inquire into it, and if you had +not been so kindly disposed and helpful to him. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> My little Nora, there is an important difference between +your father and me. Your father's reputation as a public official was +not above suspicion. Mine is, and I hope it will continue to be so, as +long as I hold my office. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> You never can tell what mischief these men may contrive. We +ought to be so well off, so snug and happy here in our peaceful home, + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page58" name="page58"></a>[pg 58]</span> + +and have no cares—you and I and the children, Torvald! That is why I +beg you so earnestly— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. And it is just by interceding for him that you make it +impossible for me to keep him. It is already known at the Bank that I +mean to dismiss Krogstad. Is it to get about now that the new manager +has changed his mind at his wife's bidding— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And what if it did? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Of course!—if only this obstinate little person can get +her way! Do you suppose I am going to make myself ridiculous before my +whole staff, to let people think that I am a man to be swayed by all +sorts of outside influence? I should very soon feel the consequences of +it, I can tell you. And besides, there is one thing that makes it quite +impossible for me to have Krogstad in the bank as long as I am manager. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Whatever is that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. His moral failings I might perhaps have overlooked, if +necessary— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, you could—couldn't you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. And, I hear he is a good worker, too. But I knew him when +we were boys. It was one of those rash friendships that so often prove +an incubus in after life. I may as well tell you plainly, we were once +on very intimate terms with one another. But this tactless fellow lays +no restraint upon himself when other people are present. On the +contrary, he thinks it gives him the right to adopt a familiar tone with +me, and every minute it is "I say, Helmer, old fellow!" and that sort of +thing. I assure + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page59" name="page59"></a>[pg 59]</span> + +you it is extremely painful to me. He would make my position in the bank +intolerable. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Torvald, I don't believe you mean that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Don't you? Why not? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Because it is such a narrow-minded way of looking at things. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. What are you saying? Narrow-minded? Do you think I am +narrow-minded? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, just the opposite, dear—and it is exactly for that reason. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. It's the same thing. You say my point of view is +narrow-minded, so I must be so, too. Narrow-minded! Very well—I must +put an end to this. (<i>Goes to the hall door and calls.)</i> Helen! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What are you going to do? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>looking among his papers)</i>. Settle it. +(<i>Enter</i> MAID.) Look here; take this letter and go downstairs with +it at once. Find a messenger and tell him to deliver it, and be quick. +The address is on it, and here is the money. +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i>. Very well, sir. (<i>Exit with the letter</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>putting his papers together</i>). Now, then, little +Miss Obstinate. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>breathlessly</i>). Torvald—what was that letter? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Krogstad's dismissal. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Call her back, Torvald! There is still time. Oh Torvald, +call her back! Do it for my sake—for your own sake, for the children's +sake! Do you hear me, Torvald? Call her back! You don't know what that +letter can bring upon us. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page60" name="page60"></a>[pg 60]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. It's too late. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, it's too late. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. My dear Nora, I can forgive the anxiety you are in, +although really it is an insult to me. It is, indeed. Isn't it an insult +to think that I should be afraid of a starving quill-driver's vengeance? +But I forgive you, nevertheless, because it is such eloquent witness to +your great love for me. (<i>Takes her in his arms.)</i> And that is as +it should be, my own darling Nora. Come what will, you may be sure I +shall have both courage and strength if they be needed. You will see I +am man enough to take everything upon myself. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>in a horror-stricken voice</i>). What do you mean by +that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Everything I say— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>recovering herself</i>). You will never have to do that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. That's right. Well, we will share it, Nora, as man and +wife should. That is how it shall be. (<i>Caressing her</i>.) Are you +content now? There! There!—not these frightened dove's eyes! The whole +thing is only the wildest fancy!—Now, you must go and play through the +Tarantella and practice with your tambourine. I shall go into the inner +office and shut the door, and I shall hear nothing; you can make as much +noise as you please. (<i>Turns back at the door.)</i> And when Rank +comes, tell him where he will find me. (<i>Nods to her, takes his papers +and goes into his room, and shuts the door after him</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>bewildered with anxiety, stands as if rooted to the +spot, and whispers</i>). He was + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page61" name="page61"></a>[pg 61]</span> + +capable of doing it. He will do it. He will do it in spite of +everything.—No, not that! Never, never! Anything rather than that! Oh, +for some help, some way out of it. (<i>The door-bell rings</i>.) Doctor +Rank! Anything rather than that—anything, whatever it is! (<i>She puts +her hands over her face, pulls herself together, goes to the door and +opens it. </i>RANK<i> is standing without, hanging up his coat. During +the following dialogue it begins to grow dark</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Good-day, Doctor Rank. I knew your ring. But you mustn't go +into Torvald now; I think he is busy with something. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. And you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>brings him in and shuts the door after him</i>). Oh, you +know very well I always have time for you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Thank you. I shall make use of as much of it as I can. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What do you mean by that? As much of it as you can. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Well, does that alarm you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It was such a strange way of putting it. Is anything likely +to happen? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Nothing but what I have long been prepared for. But I +certainly didn't expect it to happen so soon. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>gripping him by the arm</i>). What have you found out? +Doctor Rank, you must tell me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>sitting down by the stove</i>). It is all up with me. +And it can't be helped. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>with a sigh of relief</i>). Is it about yourself? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Who else? It is no use lying to one's self. I am the most +wretched of all my patients, + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page62" name="page62"></a>[pg 62]</span> + +Mrs. Helmer. Lately I have been taking stock of my internal economy. +Bankrupt! Probably within a month I shall lie rotting in the +church-yard. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What an ugly thing to say! +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. The thing itself is cursedly ugly, and the worst of it is +that I shall have to face so much more that is ugly before that. I shall +only make one more examination of myself; when I have done that, I shall +know pretty certainly when it will be that the horrors of dissolution +will begin. There is something I want to tell you. Helmer's refined +nature gives him an unconquerable disgust of everything that is ugly; +I won't have him in my sick-room. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Oh, but, Doctor Rank— +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. I won't have him there. Not on any account. I bar my door +to him. As soon as I am quite certain that the worst has come, I shall +send you my card with a black cross on it, and then you will know that +the loathsome end has begun. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. You are quite absurd to-day. And I wanted you so much to be +in a really good humour. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. With death stalking beside me?—To have to pay this penalty +for another man's sin! Is there any justice in that? And in every single +family, in one way or another, some such inexorable retribution is being +exacted— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>putting her hands over her ears</i>). Rubbish! Do talk +of something cheerful. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Oh, it's a mere laughing matter, the whole thing. My poor +innocent spine has to suffer for my father's youthful amusements. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page63" name="page63"></a>[pg 63]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>sitting at the table on the left</i>). I suppose you +mean that he was too partial to asparagus and pate de foie gras, don't +you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Yes, and to truffles. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Truffles, yes. And oysters too, I suppose? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Oysters, of course, that goes without saying. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And heaps of port and champagne. It is sad that all these +nice things should take their revenge on our bones. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Especially that they should revenge themselves on the +unlucky bones of those who have not had the satisfaction of enjoying +them. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, that's the saddest part of it all. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>with a searching look at her</i>). Hm!— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>after a short pause</i>). Why did you smile? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rand</i>. No, it was you that laughed. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, it was you that smiled, Doctor Rank! +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>rising</i>). You are a greater rascal than I thought. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I am in a silly mood today. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. So it seems. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>putting her hands on his shoulders</i>). Dear, dear +Doctor Rank, death mustn't take you away from Torvald and me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. It is a loss you would easily recover from. Those who are +gone are soon forgotten. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>looking at him anxiously</i>). Do you believe that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. People form new ties, and then— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Who will form new ties? +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page64" name="page64"></a>[pg 64]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Both you and Helmer, when I am gone. You yourself are +already on the high road to it, I think. What did that Mrs. Linde want +here last night? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Oho!—you don't mean to say you are jealous of poor +Christine? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Yes, I am. She will be my successor in this house. When I +am done for, this woman will— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Hush! don't speak so loud. She is in that room. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. To-day again. There, you see. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. She has only come to sew my dress for me. Bless my soul, +how unreasonable you are! (<i>Sits down on the sofa</i>.) Be nice now, +Doctor Rank, and to-morrow you will see how beautifully I shall dance, +and you can imagine I am doing it all for you—and for Torvald too, of +course. (<i>Takes various things out of the box.</i>) Doctor Rank, come +and sit down here, and I will show you something. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>sitting down</i>). What is it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Just look at those. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Silk stockings. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Flesh-coloured. Aren't they lovely? It is so dark here now, +but to-morrow—. No, no, no! you must only look at the feet. Oh, well, +you may have leave to look at the legs too. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Hm!— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Why are you looking so critical? Don't you think they will +fit me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. I have no means of forming an opinion about that. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page65" name="page65"></a>[pg 65]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>looks at him for a moment</i>). For shame! (<i>Hits him +lightly on the ear with the stockings</i>.) That's to punish you. +(<i>Folds them up again</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. And what other nice things am I to be allowed to see? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Not a single thing more, for being so naughty. (<i>She +looks among the things, humming to herself</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>after a short silence</i>). When I am sitting here, +talking to you as intimately as this, I cannot imagine for a moment what +would have become of me if I had never come into this house. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>smiling</i>). I believe you do feel thoroughly at home +with us. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>in a lower voice, looking straight in front of him</i>). +And to be obliged to leave it all— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Nonsense, you are not going to leave it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>as before</i>). And not be able to leave behind one the +slightest token of one's gratitude, scarcely even a fleeting +regret—nothing but an empty place which the first comer can fill as +well as any other. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And if I asked you now for a—? No! +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. For what? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. For a big proof of your friendship— +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Yes, yes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I mean a tremendously big favour— +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Would you really make me so happy for once? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Ah, but you don't know what it is yet. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. No—but tell me. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page66" name="page66"></a>[pg 66]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I really can't, Doctor Rank. It is something out of all +reason; it means advice, and help, and a favour— +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. The bigger a thing it is the better. I can't conceive what +it is you mean. Do tell me. Haven't I your confidence? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. More than anyone else. I know you are my truest and best +friend, and so I will tell you what it is. Well, Doctor Rank, it is +something you must help me to prevent. You know how devotedly, how +inexpressibly deeply Torvald loves me; he would never for a moment +hesitate to give his life for me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>leaning toward her</i>). Nora—do you think he is the +only one—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>with a slight start</i>). The only one—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. The only one who would gladly give his life for your sake. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>sadly</i>). Is that it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. I was determined you should know it before I went away, and +there will never be a better opportunity than this. Now you know it, +Nora. And now you know, too, that you can trust me as you would trust no +one else. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>rises deliberately and quietly</i>). Let me pass. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>makes room for her to pass him, but sits still</i>). Nora! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>at the hall door</i>). Helen, bring in the lamp. +(<i>Goes over to the stove</i>.) Dear Doctor Rank, that was really +horrid of you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. To have loved you as much as anyone else does? Was that +horrid? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, but to go and tell me so. There was really no need— +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page67" name="page67"></a>[pg 67]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. What do you mean? Did you know—? (MAID <i>enters with +lamp, puts it down on the table, and goes out</i>.) Nora—Mrs. +Helmer—tell me, had you any idea of this? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Oh, how do I know whether I had or whether I hadn't. I +really can't tell you—To think you could be so clumsy, Doctor Rank! We +were getting on so nicely. +</p> +<p> +<i>Bank</i>. Well, at all events you know now that you can command me, +body and soul. So won't you speak out? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>looking at him</i>). After what happened? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. I beg you to let me know what it is. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I can't tell you anything now. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Yes, yes. You mustn't punish me in that way. Let me have +permission to do for you whatever a man may do. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. You can do nothing for me now. Besides, I really don't need +any help at all. You will find that the whole thing is merely fancy on +my part. It really is so—of course it is! (<i>Sits down in the +rocking-chair, and looks at him with a smile</i>.) You are a nice sort +of man, Doctor Rank!—don't you feel ashamed of yourself, now the lamp +has come? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Not a bit. But perhaps I had better go—forever? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, indeed, you shall not. Of course you must come here +just as before. You know very well Torvald can't do without you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Yes, but you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Oh, I am always tremendously pleased when you come. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. It is just that, that put me on the + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page68" name="page68"></a>[pg 68]</span> + +wrong track. You are a riddle to me. I have often thought that you would +almost as soon be in my company as in Helmer's. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes—you see there are some people one loves best, and +others whom one would almost always rather have as companions. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Yes, there is something in that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. When I was at home, of course I loved papa best. But I +always thought it tremendous fun if I could steal down into the maids' +room, because they never moralized at all, and talked to each other +about such entertaining things. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. I see—it is their place I have taken. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>jumping-up and going to him</i>). Oh, dear, nice Doctor +Rank, I never meant that at all. But surely you can understand that +being with Torvald is a little like being with papa—(<i>Enter</i> MAID +<i>from the hall</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i>. If you please, ma'am. (<i>Whispers and hands her a +card</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>glancing at the card</i>). Oh! (<i>Puts it in her +pocket</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Is there anything wrong? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, no, not in the least. It is only something—It is my +new dress— +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. What? Your dress is lying there. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Oh, yes, that one; but this is another. I ordered it. +Torvald mustn't know about it— +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Oho! Then that was the great secret. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Of course. Just go in to him; he is sitting in the inner +room. Keep him as long as— +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Make your mind easy; I won't let him escape. (<i>Goes +into</i> HELMER'S <i>room</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page69" name="page69"></a>[pg 69]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>to the</i> MAID). And he is standing waiting in the +kitchen? +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i>. Yes; he came up the back stairs. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. But didn't you tell him no one was in? +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i>. Yes, but it was no good. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. He won't go away? +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i>. No; he says he won't until he has seen you, ma'am. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Well, let him come in—but quietly. Helen, you mustn't say +anything about it to any one. It is a surprise for my husband. +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i>. Yes, ma'am, I quite understand. (<i>Exit</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. This dreadful thing is going to happen. It will happen in +spite of me! No, no, no, it can't happen—it shan't happen! (<i>She +bolts the door of</i> HELMER'S <i>room. The</i> MAID <i>opens the hall +door for</i> KROGSTAD <i>and shuts it after him. He is wearing a fur +coat, high boots and a fur cap</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>advancing towards him</i>). Speak low—my husband is at +home. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. No matter about that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What do you want of me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. An explanation of something. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Make haste then. What is it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. You know, I suppose, that I have got my dismissal. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I couldn't prevent it, Mr. Krogstad. I fought as hard as I +could on your side, but it was no good. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Does your husband love you so little, then? He knows +what I can expose you to, and yet he ventures— +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page70" name="page70"></a>[pg 70]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. How can you suppose that he has any knowledge of the sort? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I didn't suppose so at all. It would not be the least +like our dear Torvald Helmer to show so much courage— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Mr. Krogstad, a little respect for my husband, please. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Certainly—all the respect he deserves. But since you +have kept the matter so carefully to yourself, I make bold to suppose +that you have a little clearer idea than you had yesterday, of what it +actually is that you have done? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. More than you could ever teach me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Yes, such a bad lawyer as I am. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What is it you want of me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Only to see how you were, Mrs. Helmer. I have been +thinking about you all day long. A mere cashier—a quill-driver, +a—well, a man like me—even he has a little of what is called feeling, +you know. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Show it, then; think of my little children. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Have you and your husband thought of mine? But never +mind about that. I only wanted to tell you that you need not take this +matter too seriously. In the first place there will be no accusation +made on my part. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, of course not; I was sure of that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. The whole thing can be arranged amicably; there is no +reason why anyone should know anything about it. It will remain a secret +between us three. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page71" name="page71"></a>[pg 71]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. My husband must never get to know anything about it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. How will you be able to prevent it? Am I to understand +that you can pay the balance that is owing? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, not just at present. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Or perhaps that you have some expedient for raising the +money soon? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No expedient that I mean to make use of. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Well, in any case, it would have been of no use to you +now. If you stood there with ever so much money in your hand, I would +never part with your bond. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Tell me what purpose you mean to put it to. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I shall only preserve it—keep it in my possession. No +one who is not concerned in the matter shall have the slightest hint of +it. So that if the thought of it has driven you to any desperate +resolution— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It has. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. If you had it in your mind to run away from your home— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I had. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Or even something worse— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. How could you know that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Give up the idea. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. How did you know I had thought of <i>that?</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Most of us think of that at first. I did, too—but I +hadn't the courage. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>faintly</i>). No more had I. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page72" name="page72"></a>[pg 72]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i> (<i>in a tone of relief)</i>. No, that's it, isn't +it—you hadn't the courage either? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, I haven't—I haven't. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Besides, it would have been a great piece of folly. +Once the first storm at home is over—. I have a letter for your husband +in my pocket. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Telling him everything? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. In as lenient a manner as I possibly could. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>quickly)</i>. He mustn't get the letter. Tear it up. I +will find some means of getting money. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Excuse me, Mrs. Helmer, but I think I told you just how— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I am not speaking of what I owe you. Tell me what sum you +are asking my husband for, and I will get the money. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I am not asking your husband for a penny. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What do you want, then? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I will tell you. I want to rehabilitate myself, Mrs. +Helmer; I want to get on; and in that your husband must help me. For the +last year and a half I have not had a hand in anything dishonourable, +and all that time I have been struggling in most restricted +circumstances. I was content to work my way up step by step. Now I am +turned out, and I am not going to be satisfied with merely being taken +into favour again. I want to get on, I tell you. I want to get into the +Bank again, in a higher position. Your husband must make a place for +me— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. That he will never do! +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page73" name="page73"></a>[pg 73]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. He will; I know him; he dare not protest. And as soon +as I am in there again with him, then you will see! Within a year I +shall be the manager's right hand. It will be Nils Krogstad and not +Torvald Helmer who manages the Bank. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. That's a thing you will never see! +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Do you mean that you will—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I have courage enough for it now. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Oh, you can't frighten me. A fine, spoilt lady like you— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. You will see, you will see. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Under the ice, perhaps? Down into the cold, coal-black +water? And then, in the spring, to float up to the surface, all horrible +and unrecognizable, with your hair fallen out— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. You can't frighten me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Nor you me. People don't do such things, Mrs. Helmer. +Besides, what use would it be? I should have him completely in my power +all the same. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Afterwards? When I am no longer— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Have you forgot that it is I who have the keeping of +your reputation? (<i>Nora stands speechlessly looking at him.)</i> Well, +now, I have warned you. Do not do anything foolish. When Helmer has had +my letter, I shall expect a message from him. And be sure you remember +that it is your husband himself who has forced me into such ways as this +again. I will never forgive him for that. Good-bye, Mrs. Helmer. +(<i>Exit through the hall.)</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>goes to the hall door, opens it slightly and +listens</i>). He is going. He is not putting + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page74" name="page74"></a>[pg 74]</span> + +the letter in the box. Oh, no, no, that's impossible! (<i>Opens the door +by degrees.</i>) What is that? He is standing outside. He is not going +downstairs. Is he hesitating? Can he—? (<i>A letter drops into the box; +then</i> KROGSTAD'S <i>footsteps are heard, till they die away as he +goes downstairs.</i> NORA <i>utters a stifled cry, and runs across the +room to the table by the sofa. A short pause</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. In the letter-box. (<i>Steals across to the hall-door</i>.) +There it lies—Torvald, Torvald, there is no hope for us now! +</p> +<p> +(MRS. LINDE <i>comes in from the room on the left, carrying the +dress</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. There, I can't see anything more to mend now. Would +you like to try it on—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>in a hoarse whisper</i>). Christine, come here. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>throwing the dress down on the sofa</i>). What is +the matter with you? You look so agitated! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Come here. Do you see that letter? There, look—you can see +it through the glass in the letter-box. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, I see it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. That letter is from Krogstad. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Nora—it was Krogstad who lent you the money! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, and now Torvald will know all about it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Believe me, Nora, that's the best thing for both of you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. You don't know all. I forged a name. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Good heavens—! +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page75" name="page75"></a>[pg 75]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I only want to say this to you, Christine—you must be my +witness. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Your witness! What do you mean? What am I to—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. If I should go out of my mind—and it might easily happen— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Nora! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Or if anything else should happen to me—anything, for +instance, that might prevent my being here— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Nora! Nora! you are quite out of your mind. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And if it should happen that there were someone who wanted +to take all the responsibility, all the blame, you understand— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, yes—but how can you suppose—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Then you must be my witness, that it is not true, +Christine. I am not out of my mind at all; I am in my right senses now, +and I tell you no one else has known anything about it; I and I alone, +did the whole thing. Remember that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I will, indeed. But I don't understand all this. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. How should you understand it? A wonderful thing is going to +happen. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. A wonderful thing? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, a wonderful thing!—But it is so terrible, Christine; +it <i>mustn't</i> happen, not for all the world. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I will go at once and see Krogstad. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Don't go to him; he will do you some harm. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page76" name="page76"></a>[pg 76]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. There was a time when he would gladly do anything for +my sake. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. He? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Where does he live? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. How should I know—? Yes (<i>feeling in her pocket</i>) +here is his card. But the letter, the letter—! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>calls from his room, knocking at the door</i>). Nora. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>cries out anxiously</i>). Oh, what's that? What do you want? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Don't be so frightened. We are not coming in; you have +locked the door. Are you trying on your dress? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, that's it. I look so nice, Torvald. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>who has read the card</i>) I see he lives at the +corner here. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, but it's no use. It is hopeless. The letter is lying +there in the box. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. And your husband keeps the key? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, always. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Krogstad must ask for his letter back unread, he must +find some pretence— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. But it is just at this time that Torvald generally— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. You must delay him. Go in to him in the meantime. I +will come back as soon as I can. (<i>She goes out hurriedly through the +hall door</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>goes to</i> HELMER'S <i>door, opens it and peeps +in</i>). Torvald! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>from the inner room</i>). Well? May I venture at last +to come into my own room + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page77" name="page77"></a>[pg 77]</span> + +again? Come along, Rank, now you will see—(<i> Halting in the +doorway</i>.) But what is this? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What is what, dear? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Rank led me to expect a splendid transformation. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>in the doorway</i>). I understood so, but evidently I +was mistaken. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, nobody is to have the chance of admiring me in my +dress until to-morrow. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But, my dear Nora, you look so worn out. Have you been +practising too much? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, I have not practised at all. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But you will need to— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, indeed I shall, Torvald. But I can't get on a bit +without you to help me; I have absolutely forgotten the whole thing. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Oh, we will soon work it up again. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, help me, Torvald. Promise that you will! I am so +nervous about it—all the people—. You must give yourself up to me +entirely this evening. Not the tiniest bit of business—you mustn't even +take a pen in your hand. Will you promise, Torvald dear? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. I promise. This evening I will be wholly and absolutely +at your service, you helpless little mortal. Ah, by the way, first of +all I will just—(<i>Goes toward the hall-door</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What are you going to do there? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Only see if any letters have come. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, no! don't do that, Torvald! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Why not? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Torvald, please don't. There is nothing there. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Well, let me look. (<i>Turns to go to + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page78" name="page78"></a>[pg 78]</span> + +the letter-box.</i> NORA, <i>at the piano, plays the first bars of +the Tarantella</i>. HELMER <i>stops in the doorway</i>.) Aha! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I can't dance to-morrow if I don't practise with you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>going up to her</i>). Are you really so afraid of it, dear? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, so dreadfully afraid of it. Let me practise at once; +there is time now, before we go to dinner. Sit down and play for me, +Torvald dear; criticise me, and correct me as you play. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. With great pleasure, if you wish me to. (<i>Sits down at +the piano</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>takes out of the box a tambourine and a long variegated +shawl. She hastily drapes the shawl round her. Then she springs to the +front of the stage and calls out</i>). Now play for me! I am going to +dance! +</p> +<p class="hang"> +(HELMER <i>plays and</i> NORA <i>dances</i>. RANK <i>stands by the piano +behind</i> HELMER, <i>and looks on</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>as he plays</i>). Slower, slower! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I can't do it any other way. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Not so violently, Nora! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. This is the way. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>stops playing</i>). No, no—that is not a bit right. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>laughing and swinging the tambourine</i>). Didn't I tell +you so? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Let me play for her. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>getting up</i>). Yes, do. I can correct her better then. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page79" name="page79"></a>[pg 79]</span> +</p> +<p class="hang"> +(RANK <i>sits down at the piano and plays. Nora dances more and more +wildly</i>. HELMER <i>has taken up a position beside the stove, and +during her dance gives her frequent instructions. She does not seem to +hear him; her hair comes down and falls over her shoulders; she pays no +attention to it, but goes on dancing. Enter</i> MRS. LINDE.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>standing as if spell-bound in the doorway</i>). Oh!— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>as she dances</i>). Such fun, Christine! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. My dear darling Nora, you are dancing as if your life +depended on it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. So it does. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Stop, Rank; this is sheer madness. Stop, I tell you. +(RANK <i>stops playing, and,</i> NORA <i>suddenly stands still</i>. +HELMER <i>goes up to her.</i>) I could never have believed it. You have +forgotten everything I taught you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>throwing away the tambourine</i>). There, you see. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You will want a lot of coaching. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, you see how much I need it. You must coach me up to +the last minute. Promise me that, Torvald! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You can depend on me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. You must not think of anything but me, either to-day or +to-morrow; you mustn't open a single letter—not even open the +letter-box— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Ah, you are still afraid of that fellow—— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, indeed I am. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page80" name="page80"></a>[pg 80]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nora, I can tell from your looks that there is a letter +from him lying there. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I don't know; I think there is; but you must not read +anything of that kind now. Nothing horrid must come between us till this +is all over. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>whispers to</i> HELMER). You mustn't contradict her. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>taking her in his arms</i>). The child shall have her +way. But to-morrow night, after you have danced— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Then you will be free. (<i>The</i> MAID <i>appears in the +doorway to the right</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i>. Dinner is served, ma'am. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. We will have champagne, Helen. +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i>. Very good, ma'am. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Hullo!—are we going to have a banquet? (<i>Exit.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, a champagne banquet till the small hours. (<i>Calls +out</i>.) And a few macaroons, Helen—lots, just for once! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Come, come, don't be so wild and nervous. Be my own +little skylark, as you used. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, dear, I will. But go in now and you too, Doctor Rank. +Christine, you must, help me to do up my hair. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>whispers to</i> HELMER <i>as they go out</i>). I suppose +there is nothing—she is not expecting anything? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Far from it, my dear fellow; it is simply nothing more +than this childish nervousness I was telling you of. (<i>They go into +the right-hand room</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Well! +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page81" name="page81"></a>[pg 81]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Gone out of town. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I could tell from your face. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. He is coming home tomorrow evening. I wrote a note +for him. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. You should have let it alone; you must prevent nothing. +After all, it is splendid to be waiting for a wonderful thing to happen. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. What is it that you are waiting for? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>, Oh, you wouldn't understand. Go in to them. I will come in +a moment. (MRS. LINDE <i>goes into the dining-room.</i> NORA <i>stands +still for a little while, as if to compose herself. Then she looks at +her watch</i>.) Five o'clock. Seven hours till midnight; and then +four-and-twenty hours till the next midnight. Then the Tarantella will +be over. Twenty-four and seven? Thirty-one hours to live. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>from the doorway on the right</i>). Where's my little skylark? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>going to him with her arms out-stretched</i>). Here she is! +</p> +<a name="h2H_4_0005" id="h2H_4_0005"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + ACT III +</h2> +<p> +(THE SAME SCENE—<i>The table has been placed in the middle of the +stage, with chairs around it. A lamp is burning on the table. The door +into the hall stands open. Dance music is heard in the room above</i>. +MRS. LINDE <i>is sitting at the table idly turning over the leaves of a +book; she tries to read, but does not seem able to collect her thoughts. +Every now and then she listens intently for a sound at the outer +door</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page82" name="page82"></a>[pg 82]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>looking at her watch</i>). Not yet—and the time +is nearly up. If only he does not—. (<i>Listens again</i>.) Ah, there +he is. (<i>Goes into the hall and opens the outer door carefully. Light +footsteps are heard on the stairs. She whispers</i>.) Come in. There is +no one here. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i> (<i>in the doorway</i>). I found a note from you at +home. What does this mean? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. It is absolutely necessary that I should have a talk +with you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Really? And is it absolutely necessary that it should +be here? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. It is impossible where I live; there is no private +entrance to my rooms. Come in; we are quite alone. The maid is asleep, +and the Helmers are at the dance upstairs. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i> (<i>coming into the room</i>). Are the Helmers really at +a dance tonight? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, why not? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Certainly—why not? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Now, Nils, let us have a talk. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Can we two have anything to talk about? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. We have a great deal to talk about. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I shouldn't have thought so. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No, you have never properly understood me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Was there anything else to understand except what was +obvious to all the world—a heartless woman jilts a man when a more +lucrative chance turns up. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page83" name="page83"></a>[pg 83]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Do you believe I am as absolutely heartless as all +that? And do you believe that I did it with a light heart? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Didn't you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Nils, did you really think that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. If it were as you say, why did you write to me as you +did at the time? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I could do nothing else. As I had to break with you, +it was my duty also to put an end to all that you felt for me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i> (<i>wringing his hands</i>). So that was it. And all +this—only for the sake of money. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. You must not forget that I had a helpless mother and +two little brothers. We couldn't wait for you, Nils; your prospects +seemed hopeless then. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. That may be so, but you had no right to throw me over +for any one else's sake. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Indeed I don't know. Many a time did I ask myself if +I had a right to do it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i> (<i>more gently</i>). When I lost you, it was as if all +the solid ground went from under my feet. Look at me now—I am a +shipwrecked man clinging to a bit of wreckage. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. But help may be near. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. It <i>was</i> near; but then you came and stood in my way. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Unintentionally, Nils. It was only today that I +learnt it was your place I was going to take in the bank. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I believe you, if you say so. But now that you know it, +are you not going to give it up to me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No, because that would not benefit you in the least. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page84" name="page84"></a>[pg 84]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Oh, benefit, benefit—I would have done it whether or no. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I have learnt to act prudently. Life, and hard, +bitter necessity have taught me that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. And life has taught me not to believe in fine speeches. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Then life has taught you something very reasonable. +But deeds you must believe in? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. What do you mean by that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. You said you were like a shipwrecked man clinging to +some wreckage. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I had good reason to say so. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Well, I am like a shipwrecked woman clinging to some +wreckage—no one to mourn for, no one to care for. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. It was your own choice. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. There was no other choice, then. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Well, what now? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Nils, how would it be if we two shipwrecked people +could join forces? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. What are you saying? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Two on the same piece of wreckage would stand a +better chance than each on their own. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Christine! +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. What do you suppose brought me to town? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Do you mean that you gave me a thought? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I could not endure life without work. All my life, as +long as I can remember, I have worked, and it has been my greatest and +only pleasure. But now I am quite alone in + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page85" name="page85"></a>[pg 85]</span> + +the world—my life is so dreadfully empty and I feel so forsaken. There +is not the least pleasure in working for one's self. Nils, give me +someone and something to work for. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I don't trust that. It is nothing but a woman's +overstrained sense of generosity that prompts you to make such an offer +of your self. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Have you ever noticed anything of the sort in me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Could you really do it? Tell me—do you know all about +my past life? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. And do you know what they think of me here? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. You seemed to me to imply that with me you might have +been quite another man. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I am certain of it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Is it too late now? +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Christine, are you saying this deliberately? Yes, I am +sure you are. I see it in your face. Have you really the courage, +then—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I want to be a mother to someone, and your children +need a mother. We two need each other. Nils, I have faith in your real +character—I can dare anything together with you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i> (<i>grasps her hands</i>). Thanks, thanks, Christine! +Now I shall find a way to clear myself in the eyes of the world. Ah, but +I forgot— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>listening</i>). Hush! The Tarantella! Go, go! +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page86" name="page86"></a>[pg 86]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Why? What is it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Do you hear them up there? When that is over, we may +expect them back. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Yes, yes—I will go. But it is all no use. Of course +you are not aware what steps I have taken in the matter of the Helmers. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, I know all about that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. And in spite of that have you the courage to—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. I understand very well to what lengths a man like you +might be driven by despair. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. If I could only undo what I have done! +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. You cannot. Your letter is lying in the letter-box now. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Are you sure of that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Quite sure, but— +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i> (<i>with a searching look at her</i>). Is that what it +all means?—that you want to save your friend at any cost? Tell me +frankly. Is that it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Nils, a woman who has once sold herself for another's +sake, doesn't do it a second time. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I will ask for my letter back. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No, no. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Yes, of course I will. I will wait here till Helmer +comes; I will tell him he must give me my letter back—that it only +concerns my dismissal—that he is not to read it— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. No, Nils, you must not recall your letter. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page87" name="page87"></a>[pg 87]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad.</i> But, tell me, wasn't it for that very purpose that you +asked me to meet you here? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. In my first moment of fright, it was. But twenty-four +hours have elapsed since then, and in that time I have witnessed +incredible things in this house. Helmer must know all about it. This +unhappy secret must be enclosed; they must have a complete understanding +between them, which is impossible with all this concealment and +falsehood going on. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. Very well, if you will take the responsibility. But +there is one thing I can do in any case, and I shall do it at once. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>listening</i>). You must be quick and go! The +dance is over; we are not safe a moment longer. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I will wait for you below. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, do. You must see me back to my door. +</p> +<p> +<i>Krogstad</i>. I have never had such an amazing piece of good fortune +in my life! (<i>Goes out through the outer door. The door between the +room and the hall remains open</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>tidying up the room and laying her hat and cloak +ready</i>). What a difference! What a difference! Someone to work for +and live for—a home to bring comfort into. That I will do, indeed. I +wish they would be quick and come. (<i>Listens.</i>) Ah, there they are +now. I must put on my things. (<i>Takes up her hat and cloak</i>. +HELMER'S <i>and</i> NORA'S <i>voices are heard outside; a key is turned, +and</i> HELMER <i>brings</i> NORA <i>almost by force into the hall. She +is in an Italian costume with a large black + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page88" name="page88"></a>[pg 88]</span> + +shawl round her; he is in evening dress, and a black domino which is +flying open</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>hanging back in the doorway, and struggling with +him</i>). No, no, no!—don't take me in. I want to go upstairs again; I +don't want to leave so early. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But, my dearest Nora— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Please, Torvald dear—please, <i>please</i>—only an hour more. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Not a single minute, my sweet Nora. You know that was our +agreement. Come along into the room; you are catching cold standing +there. (<i>He brings her gently into the room, in spite of her +resistance</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Good evening. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Christine! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You here, so late, Mrs. Linde? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, you must excuse me; I was so anxious to see Nora +in her dress. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Have you been sitting here waiting for me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, unfortunately I came too late, you had already +gone upstairs; and I thought I couldn't go away again without having +seen you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>taking off</i> NORA'S <i>shawl</i>). Yes, take a good +look at her. I think she is worth looking at. Isn't she charming, Mrs. +Linde? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, indeed she is. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Doesn't she look remarkably pretty? Everyone thought so +at the dance. But she is terribly self-willed, this sweet little person. +What are we to do with her? You will hardly believe that I had almost to +bring her away by force. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page89" name="page89"></a>[pg 89]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Torvald, you will repent not having let me stay, even if it +were only for half an hour. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Listen to her, Mrs. Linde! She had danced her Tarantella, +and it had been a tremendous success, as it deserved—although possibly +the performance was a trifle too realistic—little more so, I mean, +than was strictly compatible with the limitations of art. But never mind +about that! The chief thing is, she had made a success—she had made a +tremendous success. Do you think I was going to let her remain there +after that, and spoil the effect? No, indeed! I took my charming little +Capri maiden—my capricious little Capri maiden, I should say—on my +arm; took one quick turn round the room; a curtsey on either side, and, +as they say in novels, the beautiful apparition disappeared. An exit +ought always to be effective, Mrs. Linde; but that is what I cannot make +Nora understand. Pooh! this room is hot. (<i>Throws his domino on a +chair, and opens the door of his room</i>.) Hullo! it's all dark in +here. Oh, of course—excuse me—. (<i>He goes in, and lights some +candles</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>in a hurried and breathless whisper</i>). Well? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde.</i> (<i>in a low voice</i>). I have had a talk with him. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Yes, and— +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Nora, you must tell your husband all about it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>in an expressionless voice</i>). I knew it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde.</i> You have nothing to be afraid of + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page90" name="page90"></a>[pg 90]</span> + +as far as Krogstad is concerned; but you must tell him. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I won't tell him. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Then the letter will. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Thank you, Christine. Now I know what I must do. Hush—! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>coming in again</i>). Well, Mrs. Linde, have you +admired her? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, and now I will say good-night. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. What, already? Is this yours, this knitting? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i> (<i>taking it</i>). Yes, thank you, I had very nearly +forgotten it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. So you knit? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Of course. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Do you know, you ought to embroider? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Really? Why? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes, it's far more becoming. Let me show you. You hold +the embroidery thus in your left hand, and use the needle with the +right—like this—with a long, easy sweep. Do you see? +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Yes, perhaps— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But in the case of knitting—that can never be anything +but ungraceful; look here—the arms close together, the knitting-needles +going up and down—it has a sort of Chinese effect—. That was really +excellent champagne they gave us. +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Well,—good-night, Nora, and don't be self-willed any +more. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. That's right, Mrs. Linde. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page91" name="page91"></a>[pg 91]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Mrs. Linde</i>. Good-night, Mr. Helmer. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>accompanying her to the door</i>). Good-night, +good-night. I hope you will get home all right. I should be very happy +to—but you haven't any great distance to go. Good-night, good-night. +(<i>She goes out; he shuts the door after her and comes in again</i>.) +Ah!—at last we have got rid of her. She is a frightful bore, that +woman. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Aren't you very tired, Torvald? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. No, not in the least. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Nor sleepy? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Not a bit. On the contrary, I feel extraordinarily +lively. And you?—you really look both tired and sleepy. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, I am very tired. I want to go to sleep at once. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. There, you see it was quite right of me not to let you +stay there any longer. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Everything you do is quite right, Torvald. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>kissing her on the forehead</i>). Now my little +skylark is speaking reasonably. Did you notice what good spirits Rank +was in this evening? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Really? Was he? I didn't speak to him at all. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. And I very little, but I have not for a long time seen +him in such good form. (<i>Looks for a while at her and then goes nearer +to her</i>.) It is delightful to be at home by ourselves again, to be +all alone with you—you fascinating, charming little darling! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Don't look at me like that, Torvald. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page92" name="page92"></a>[pg 92]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Why shouldn't I look at my dearest treasure?—at all the +beauty that is mine, all my very own? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>going to the other side of the table</i>). You mustn't +say things like that to me tonight. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>following her</i>). You have still got the Tarantella +in your blood, I see. And it makes you more captivating than ever. +Listen—the guests are beginning to go now. (<i>In a lower voice</i>.) +Nora—soon the whole house will be quiet. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, I hope so. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes, my own darling Nora. Do you know, when I am out at a +party with you like this, why I speak so little to you, keep away from +you, and only send a stolen glance in your direction now and then?—do +you know why I do that? It is because I make believe to myself that we +are secretly in love, and you are my secretly promised bride, and that +no one suspects there is anything between us. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, yes—I know very well your thoughts are with me all +the time. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. And when we are leaving, and I am putting the shawl over +your beautiful young shoulders—on your lovely neck—then I imagine that +you are my young bride and that we have just come from the wedding, and +I am bringing you for the first time into our home—to be alone with you +for the first time—quite alone with my shy little darling! All this +evening I have longed for nothing but you. When I watched the seductive +figures of the + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page93" name="page93"></a>[pg 93]</span> + +Tarantella, my blood was on fire; I could endure it no longer, and that +was why I brought you down so early— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Go away, Torvald! You must let me go. I won't— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. What's that? You're joking, my little Nora! You +won't—you won't? Am I not your husband—? (<i>A knock is heard at the +outer door</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>starting</i>). Did you hear—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>going into the hall</i>). Who is it? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>outside</i>). It is I. May I come in for a moment? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>in a fretful whisper</i>). Oh, what does he want now? +(<i>Aloud</i>.) Wait a minute? (<i>Unlocks the door</i>.) Come, that's +kind of you not to pass by our door. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. I thought I heard your voice, and felt as if I should like +to look in. (<i>With a swift glance round</i>.) Ah, yes!—these dear +familiar rooms. You are very happy and cosy in here, you two. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. It seems to me that you looked after yourself pretty well +upstairs too. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Excellently. Why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't one enjoy +everything in this world?—at any rate as much as one can, and as long +as one can. The wine was capital— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Especially the champagne. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. So you noticed that too? It is almost incredible how much I +managed to put away! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Torvald drank a great deal of champagne tonight, too. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Did he? +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page94" name="page94"></a>[pg 94]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, and he is always in such good spirits afterwards. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Well, why should one not enjoy a merry evening after a +well-spent day? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Well spent? I am afraid I can't take credit for that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>clapping him on the back</i>). But I can, you know! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Doctor Rank, you must have been occupied with some +scientific investigation today. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Exactly. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Just listen!—little Nora talking about scientific +investigations! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And may I congratulate you on the result? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Indeed you may. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Was it favourable, then. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. The best possible, for both doctor and patient—certainty. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>quickly and searchingly</i>). Certainty? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Absolute certainty. So wasn't I entitled to make a merry +evening of it after that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, you certainly were, Doctor Rank. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. I think so too, so long as you don't have to pay for it +in the morning. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Oh well, one can't have anything in this life without +paying for it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Doctor Rank—are you fond of fancy-dress balls? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Yes, if there is a fine lot of pretty costumes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Tell me—what shall we two wear at the next? +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page95" name="page95"></a>[pg 95]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Little featherbrain!—are you thinking of the next already? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. We two? Yes, I can tell you. You shall go as a good fairy— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes, but what do you suggest as an appropriate costume +for that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Let your wife go dressed just as she is in every-day life. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. That was really very prettily turned. But can't you tell +us what you will be? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Yes, my dear friend, I have quite made up my mind about +that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Well? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. At the next fancy-dress ball I shall be invisible. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> That's a good joke! +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. There is a big black hat—have you never heard of hats that +make you invisible? If you put one on, no one can see you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>suppressing a smile</i>). Yes, you are quite right. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. But I am clean forgetting what I came for. Helmer, give me +a cigar—one of the dark Havanas. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. With the greatest pleasure. (<i>Offers him his case</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i> (<i>takes a cigar and cuts off the end</i>). Thanks. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>striking a match</i>). Let me give you a light. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Thank you. (<i>She holds the match for him to light his +cigar</i>.) And now good-bye! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Good-bye, good-bye, dear old man! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Sleep well, Doctor Rank. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page96" name="page96"></a>[pg 96]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. Thank you for that wish. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Wish me the same. +</p> +<p> +<i>Rank</i>. You? Well, if you want me to sleep well! And thanks for the +light. (<i>He nods to them both and goes out</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>in a subdued voice</i>). He has drunk more than he ought. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>absently</i>). Maybe. (HELMER <i>takes a bunch of keys +out of his pocket and goes into the hall</i>.) Torvald! what are you +going to do there? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Empty the letter-box; it is quite full; there will be no +room to put the newspaper in to-morrow morning. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Are you going to work to-night? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You know quite well I'm not. What is this? Some one has +been at the lock. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. At the lock? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes, someone has. What can it mean? I should never have +thought the maid—. Here is a broken hairpin. Nora, it is one of yours. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>quickly</i>). Then it must have been the children— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Then you must get them out of those ways. There, at last +I have got it open. (<i>Takes out the contents of the letter-box, and +calls to the kitchen</i>.) Helen!—Helen, put out the light over the +front door. (<i>Goes back into the room and shuts the door into the +hall. He holds out his hand full of letters</i>.) Look at that—look +what a heap of them there are. (<i>Turning them over</i>.) What on earth +is that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>at the window</i>). The letter—No! Torvald, no! +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page97" name="page97"></a>[pg 97]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> Two cards—of Rank's. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Of Doctor Rank's? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>looking at them</i>). Doctor Rank. They were on the +top. He must have put them in when he went out. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Is there anything written on them? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> There is a black cross over the name. Look there—what an +uncomfortable idea! It looks as If he were announcing his own death. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> It is just what he is doing. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> What? Do you know anything about it? Has he said anything +to you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Yes. He told me that when the cards came it would be his +leave-taking from us. He means to shut himself up and die. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> My poor old friend. Certainly I knew we should not have +him very long with us. But so soon! And so he hides himself away like a +wounded animal. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> If it has to happen, it is best it should be without a +word—don't you think so, Torvald? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>walking up and down</i>). He has so grown into our +lives. I can't think of him as having gone out of them. He, with his +sufferings and his loneliness, was like a cloudy background to our +sunlit happiness. Well, perhaps it is best so. For him, anyway. +(<i>Standing still.</i>) And perhaps for us too, Nora. We two are thrown +quite upon each other now. (<i>Puts his arms around her.</i>) My darling +wife, I don't feel as if I could hold you tight enough. Do you know, +Nora, I have often wished that you + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page98" name="page98"></a>[pg 98]</span> + +might be threatened by some great danger, so that I might risk my life's +blood, and everything, for your sake. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>disengages herself, and says firmly and decidedly</i>). +Now you must read your letters, Torvald. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> No, no; not tonight. I want to be with you, my darling wife. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> With the thought of your friend's death— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> You are right, it has affected us both. Something ugly +has come between us—the thought of the horrors of death. We must try +and rid our minds of that. Until then—we will each go to our own room. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>hanging on his neck</i>). Good-night, +Torvald—Good-night! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>kissing her on the forehead</i>). Good-night, my +little singing-bird. Sleep sound, Nora. Now I will read my letters +through. (<i>He takes his letters and goes into his room, shutting the +door after him.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>gropes distractedly about, seizes</i> HELMER'S +<i>domino, throws it round her, while she says in quick, hoarse, +spasmodic whispers</i>). Never to see him again. Never! Never! (<i>Puts +her shawl over her head.</i>) Never to see my children again +either—never again. Never! Never!—Ah! the icy, black water—the +unfathomable depths—If only it were over! He has got it now—now he is +reading it. Good-bye, Torvald and my children! (<i>She is about to rush +out through the hall, when</i> HELMER + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page99" name="page99"></a>[pg 99]</span> + +<i>opens his door hurriedly and stands with an open letter in his +hand.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> Nora! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Ah!— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> What is this? Do you know what is in this letter? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Yes, I know. Let me go! Let me get out! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>holding her back</i>). Where are you going? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>trying to get free</i>). You shan't save me, Torvald! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>reeling</i>). True? Is this true, that I read here? +Horrible! No, no—it is impossible that it can be true. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> It is true. I have loved you above everything else in the world. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> Oh, don't let us have any silly excuses. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>taking a step towards him</i>). Torvald—! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> Miserable creature—what have you done? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Let me go. You shall not suffer for my sake. You shall not +take it upon yourself. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> No tragedy airs, please. (<i>Locks the hall door.</i>) +Here you shall stay and give me an explanation. Do you understand what +you have done? Answer me? Do you understand what you have done? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>looks steadily at him and says with a + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page100" name="page100"></a>[pg 100]</span> + +growing look of coldness in her face</i>). Yes, now I am beginning +to understand thoroughly. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>walking about the room</i>). What a horrible +awakening! All these eight years—she who was my joy and pride—a +hypocrite, a liar—worse, worse—a criminal! The unutterable ugliness of +it all!—For shame! For shame! (NORA <i>is silent and looks steadily at +him. He stops in front of her.</i>) I ought to have suspected that +something of the sort would happen. I ought to have foreseen it. All +your father's want of principle—be silent!—all your father's want of +principle has come out in you. No religion, no morality, no sense of +duty—How I am punished for having winked at what he did! I did it for +your sake, and this is how you repay me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Yes, that's just it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> Now you have destroyed all my happiness. You have ruined +all my future. It is horrible to think of! I am in the power of an +unscrupulous man; he can do what he likes with me, ask anything he likes +of me, give me any orders he pleases—I dare not refuse. And I must sink +to such miserable depths because of a thoughtless woman! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> When I am out of the way, you will be free. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> No fine speeches, please. Your father had always plenty +of those ready, too. What good would it be to me if you were out of the +way, as you say? Not the slightest. He can make the affair known +everywhere; and if + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page101" name="page101"></a>[pg 101]</span> + +he does, I may be falsely suspected of having been a party to your +criminal action. Very likely people will think I was behind it all—that +it was I who prompted you! And I have to thank you for all this—you +whom I have cherished during the whole of our married life. Do you +understand now what it is you have done for me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>coldly and quietly</i>). Yes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> It is so incredible that I can't take it in. But we must +come to some understanding. Take off that shawl. Take it off, I tell +you. I must try and appease him some way or another. The matter must be +hushed up at any cost. And as for you and me, it must appear as if +everything between us were as before—but naturally only in the eyes of +the world. You will still remain in my house, that is a matter of +course. But I shall not allow you to bring up the children; I dare not +trust them to you. To think that I should be obliged to say so to one +whom I have loved so dearly, and whom I still—. No, that is all over. +From this moment happiness is not the question; all that concerns us is +to save the remains, the fragments, the appearance— +</p> +<p class="hang"> +(<i>A ring is heard at the front-door bell.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>with a start</i>). What is that? So late! Can the +worst—? Can he—? Hide yourself, Nora. Say you are ill. +</p> +<p class="hang"> +(NORA <i>stands motionless.</i> HELMER <i>goes and unlocks the hall door.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page102" name="page102"></a>[pg 102]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Maid</i> (<i>half-dressed, comes to the door</i>). A letter for the mistress. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> Give it to me. (<i>Takes the letter, and shuts the +door.</i>) Yes, it is from him. You shall not have it; I will read it +myself. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Yes, read it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>standing by the lamp</i>). I scarcely have the courage +to do it. It may mean ruin for both of us. No, I must know. (<i>Tears +open the letter, runs his eye over a few lines, looks at a paper +enclosed, and gives a shout of joy.</i>) Nora! (<i>She looks at him, +questioningly.</i>) Nora! No, I must read it once again—. Yes, it is +true! I am saved! Nora, I am saved! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> And I? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> You too, of course; we are both saved, both saved, both +you and I. Look, he sends you your bond back. He says he regrets and +repents—that a happy change in his life—never mind what he says! We +are saved, Nora! No one can do anything to you. Oh, Nora, Nora!—no, +first I must destroy these hateful things. Let me see—. (<i>Takes a +look at the bond.</i>) No, no, I won't look at it. The whole thing shall +be nothing but a bad dream to me. (<i>Tears up the bond and both +letters, throws them all into the stove, and watches them burn.</i>) +There—now it doesn't exist any longer. He says that since Christmas Eve +you—. These must have been three dreadful days for you, Nora. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> I have fought a hard fight these three days. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page103" name="page103"></a>[pg 103]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> And suffered agonies, and seen no way out but—. No, we +won't call any of the horrors to mind. We will only shout with joy, and +keep saying, "It's all over! It's all over!" Listen to me, Nora. You +don't seem to realise that it is all over. What is this?—such a cold, +set face! My poor little Nora, I quite understand; you don't feel as if +you could believe that I have forgiven you. But it is true, Nora, I +swear it; I have forgiven you everything. I know that what you did, you +did out of love for me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> That is true. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> You have loved me as a wife ought to love her husband. +Only you had not sufficient knowledge to judge of the means you used. +But do you suppose you are any the less dear to me, because you don't +understand how to act on your own responsibility? No, no; only lean on +me; I will advise you and direct you. I should not be a man if this +womanly helplessness did not just give you a double attractiveness in my +eyes. You must not think any more about the hard things I said in my +first moment of consternation, when I thought everything was going to +overwhelm me. I have forgiven you, Nora; I swear to you I have forgiven +you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Thank you for your forgiveness. (<i>She goes out through +the door to the right.</i>) +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> No, don't go—. (<i>Looks in.</i>) What are you doing in +there? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>from within</i>). Taking off my fancy dress. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page104" name="page104"></a>[pg 104]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>standing at the open door</i>). Yes, do. Try and calm +yourself, and make your mind easy again, my frightened little +singing-bird. Be at rest, and feel secure; I have broad wings to shelter +you under. (<i>Walks up and down by the door.</i>) How warm and cosy our +home is, Nora. Here is shelter for you; here I will protect you like a +hunted dove that I have saved from a hawk's claws; I will bring peace to +your poor beating heart. It will come, little by little, Nora, believe +me. To-morrow morning you will look upon it all quite differently; soon +everything will be just as it was before. Very soon you won't need me to +assure you that I have forgiven you; you will yourself feel the +certainty that I have done so. Can you suppose I should ever think of +such a thing as repudiating you, or even reproaching you? You have no +idea what a true man's heart is like, Nora. There is something so +indescribably sweet and satisfying, to a man, in the knowledge that he +has forgiven his wife—forgiven her freely, and with all his heart. It +seems as if that had made her, as it were, doubly his own; he has given +her a new life, so to speak; and she is in a way become both wife and +child to him. So you shall be for me after this, my little scared, +helpless darling. Have no anxiety about anything, Nora; only be frank +and open with me, and I will serve as will and conscience both to you—. +What is this? Not gone to bed? Have you changed your things? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>in everyday dress</i>). Yes, Torvald, I have changed my +things now. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page105" name="page105"></a>[pg 105]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> But what for?—so late as this. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> I shall not sleep tonight. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> But, my dear Nora— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>looking at her watch</i>). It is not so very late. Sit +down here, Torvald. You and I have much to say to one another. (<i>She +sits down at one side of the table</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> Nora—what is this?—this cold, set face? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> Sit down. It will take some time; I have a lot to talk over +with you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>sits down at the opposite side of the table</i>). You +alarm me, Nora!—and I don't understand you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> No, that is just it. You don't understand me, and I have +never understood you either—before tonight. No, you mustn't interrupt +me. You must simply listen to what I say. Torvald, this is a settling of +accounts. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> What do you mean by that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>after a short silence</i>). Isn't there one thing that +strikes you as strange in our sitting here like this? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> What is that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> We have been married now eight years. Does it not occur to +you that this is the first time we two, you and I, husband and wife, +have had a serious conversation? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> What do you mean by serious? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> In all these eight years—longer than that—from the very +beginning of our acquaintance, + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page106" name="page106"></a>[pg 106]</span> + +we have never exchanged a word on any serious subject. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> Was it likely that I would be continually and forever +telling you about worries that you could not help me to bear? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> But, dearest Nora, would it have been any good to you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> That is just it; you have never understood me. I have been +greatly wronged, Torvald—first by papa and then by you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> What! By us two—by us two, who have loved you better +than anyone else in in the world? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>shaking her head</i>). You have never loved me. You have +only thought it pleasant to be in love with me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> Nora, what do I hear you saying? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora.</i> 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— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer.</i> What sort of an expression is that to use about our +marriage? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>undisturbed</i>). I mean that I was simply + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page107" name="page107"></a>[pg 107]</span> + +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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. How unreasonable and how ungrateful you are, Nora! Have +you not been happy here? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, I have never been happy. I thought I was, but it has +never really been so. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Not—not happy! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. 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. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. 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. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page108" name="page108"></a>[pg 108]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Whose lessons? Mine, or the children's? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Both yours and the children's, my darling Nora. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Alas, Torvald, you are not the man to educate me into being +a proper wife for you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. And you can say that! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. And I—how am I fitted to bring up the children? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nora! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Didn't you say so yourself a little while ago—that you +dare not trust me to bring them up? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. In a moment of anger! Why do you pay any heed to that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Indeed, you were perfectly right. I am not fit for the +task. There is another task I must undertake first. I must try and +educate myself—you are not the man to help me in that. I must do that +for myself. And that is why I am going to leave you now. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>springing up</i>). What do you say? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I must stand quite alone, if I am to understand myself and +everything about me. It is for that reason that I cannot remain with you +any longer. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nora, Nora! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I am going away from here now, at once. I am sure Christine +will take me in for the night— +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page109" name="page109"></a>[pg 109]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You are out of your mind! I won't allow it! I forbid you! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It is no use forbidding me anything any longer. I will take +with me what belongs to myself. I will take nothing from you, either now +or later. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. What sort of madness is this! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Tomorrow I shall go home—I mean to my old home. It will be +easiest for me to find something to do there. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You blind, foolish woman! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I must try and get some sense, Torvald. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. To desert your home, your husband and your children! And +you don't consider what people will say! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I cannot consider that at all. I only know that it is +necessary for me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. It's shocking. This is how you would neglect your most +sacred duties. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What do you consider my most sacred duties? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Do I need to tell you that? Are they not your duties to +your husband and your children? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I have other duties just as sacred. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. That you have not. What duties could those be? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Duties to myself. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Before all else, you are a wife and mother. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page110" name="page110"></a>[pg 110]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I don't believe that any longer. I believe that before all +else I am a reasonable human being, just as you are—or, at all events, +that I must try and become one. I know quite well, Torvald, that most +people would think you right, and that views of that kind are to be +found in books; but I can no longer content myself with what most people +say, or with what is found in books. I must think over things for myself +and get to understand them. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Can you not understand your place in your own home? Have +you not a reliable guide in such matters as that?—have you no religion? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I am afraid, Torvald, I do not exactly know what religion is. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. What are you saying? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I know nothing but what the clergyman said, when I went to +be confirmed. He told us that religion was this, and that, and the +other. When I am away from all this, and am alone, I will look into that +matter too. I will see if what the clergyman said is true, or at all +events if it is true for me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. This is unheard of in a girl of your age! But if religion +cannot lead you aright, let me try and awaken your conscience. I suppose +you have some moral sense? Or—answer me—am I to think you have none? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I assure you, Torvald, that is not an easy question to +answer. I really don't know. The thing perplexes me altogether. I only +know that you and I look at it in quite a different + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page111" name="page111"></a>[pg 111]</span> + +light. I am learning, too, that the law is quite another thing from what +I supposed; but I find it impossible to convince myself that the law is +right. According to it a woman has no right to spare her old dying +father, or to save her husband's life. I can't believe that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You talk like a child. You don't understand the +conditions of the world in which you live. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, I don't. But now I am going to try. I am going to see +if I can make out who is right, the world or I. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You are ill, Nora; you are delirious; I almost think you +are out of your mind. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I have never felt my mind so clear and certain as to-night. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. And is it with a clear and certain mind that you forsake +your husband and your children? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, it is. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Then there is only one possible explanation. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. What is that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. You do not love me any more. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No, that is just it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nora!—and you can say that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It gives me great pain, Torvald, for you have always been +so kind to me, but I cannot help it. I do not love you any more. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>regaining his composure</i>). Is that a clear and +certain conviction too? +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page112" name="page112"></a>[pg 112]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, absolutely clear and certain. That is the reason why I +will not stay here any longer. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. And can you tell me what I have done to forfeit your love? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Yes, indeed I can. It was to-night, when the wonderful +thing did not happen; then I saw you were not the man I had thought you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Explain yourself better—I don't understand you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I have waited so patiently for eight years; for, goodness +knows, I knew very well that wonderful things don't happen every day. +Then this horrible misfortune came upon me; and then I felt quite +certain that the wonderful thing was going to happen at last. When +Krogstad's letter was lying out there, never for a moment did I imagine +that you would consent to accept this man's conditions. I was so +absolutely certain that you would say to him: Publish the thing to the +whole world. And when that was done— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Yes, what then?—when I had exposed my wife to shame and +disgrace? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. When that was done, I was so absolutely certain, you would +come forward and take everything upon yourself, and say: I am the guilty +one. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nora—! +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. You mean that I would never have accepted such a sacrifice +on your part? No, of course not. But what would my assurances have been +worth against yours? That was the + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page113" name="page113"></a>[pg 113]</span> + +wonderful thing which I hoped for and feared; and it was to prevent +that, that I wanted to kill myself. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. I would gladly work night and day for you, Nora—bear +sorrow and want for your sake. But no man would sacrifice his honour for +the one he loves. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. It is a thing hundreds of thousands of women have done. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Oh, you think and talk like a heedless child. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Maybe. But you neither think nor talk like the man I could +bind myself to. As soon as your fear was over—and it was not fear for +what threatened me, but for what might happen to you—when the whole +thing was past, as far as you were concerned it was exactly as if +nothing at all had happened. Exactly as before, I was your little +skylark, your doll, which you would in future treat with doubly gentle +care, because it was so brittle and fragile. (<i>Getting up</i>.) +Torvald—it was then it dawned upon me that for eight years I had been +living here with a strange man, and had borne him three children—. Oh! +I can't bear to think of it! I could tear myself into little bits! +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>sadly</i>). I see, I see. An abyss has opened between +us—there is no denying it. But, Nora, would it not be possible to fill +it up? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. As I am now, I am no wife for you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. I have it in me to become a different man. +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page114" name="page114"></a>[pg 114]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Perhaps—if your doll is taken away from you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But to part!—to part from you! No, no, Nora, I can't +understand that idea. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>going out to the right</i>). That makes it all the more +certain that it must be done. (<i>She comes back with her cloak and hat +and a small bag which she puts on a chair by the table</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nora, Nora, not now! Wait till tomorrow. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>putting on her cloak</i>). I cannot spend the night in a +strange man's room. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But can't we live here like brother and sister—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>putting on her hat</i>). You know very well that would +not last long. (<i>Puts the shawl round her</i>.) Good-bye, Torvald. I +won't see the little ones. I know they are in better hands than mine. As +I am now, I can be of no use to them. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But some day, Nora—some day? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. How can I tell? I have no idea what is going to become of me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But you are my wife, whatever becomes of you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Listen, Torvald. I have heard that when a wife deserts her +husband's house, as I am doing now, he is legally freed from all +obligations towards her. In any case I set you free from all your +obligations. You are not to feel yourself bound in the slightest way, +any + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page115" name="page115"></a>[pg 115]</span> + +more than I shall. There must be perfect freedom on both sides. See, +here is your ring back. Give me mine. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. That too? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. That too. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Here it is. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. That's right. Now it is all over. I have put the keys here. +The maids know all about everything in the house—better than I do. +Tomorrow, after I have left her, Christine will come here and pack up my +own things that I brought with me from home. I will have them sent after +me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. All over! All over!—Nora, shall you never think of me again? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. I know I shall often think of you and the children and this house. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. May I write to you, Nora? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No—never. You must not do that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But at least let me send you— +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Nothing—nothing— +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Let me help you if you are in want. +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. No. I can receive nothing from a stranger. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Nora—can I never be anything more than a stranger to you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i> (<i>taking her bag</i>). Ah, Torvald, the most wonderful +thing of all would have to happen. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. Tell me what that would be! +</p> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page116" name="page116"></a>[pg 116]</span> +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. Both you and I would have to be so changed that—. Oh, +Torvald, I don't believe any longer in wonderful things happening. +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i>. But I will believe in it. Tell me? So changed that—? +</p> +<p> +<i>Nora</i>. That our life together would be a real wedlock. Good-bye. +(<i>She goes out through the hall</i>.) +</p> +<p> +<i>Helmer</i> (<i>sinks down on a chair at the door and buries his face +in his hands</i>). Nora! Nora! (<i>Looks round, and rises</i>.) Empty. +She is gone. (<i>A hope flashes across his mind</i>.) 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