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 Nora.

No, on the contrary, Torvald dear; and that's just why

Helmer.

Never mind; you call my motives petty; then I must be petty too. Petty! Very well!—Now we'll put an end to this, once for all. [Goes to the door into the hall and calls.] Ellen!

Nora.

What do you want?

Helmer.

[Searching among his papers.] To settle the thing. [Ellen enters.] Here; take this letter; give it to a messenger. See that he takes it at once. The address is on it. Here's the money.

Ellen.

Very well, sir. [Goes with the letter.

Helmer.

[Putting his papers together.] There, Madam Obstinacy.

Nora.

[Breathless.] Torvald—what was in the letter?

Helmer.

Krogstad's dismissal.

Nora.

Call it back again, Torvald! There's still time. Oh, Torvald, call it back again! For my sake, for your own, for the children's sake! Do you hear, Torvald? Do it! You don't know what that letter may bring upon us all.