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 her pocket.] Here's his card. But the letter, the letter!

Helmer.

[Knocking outside.] Nora!

Nora.

[Shrieks in terror.] Oh, what is it? What do you want?

Helmer.

Well, well, don't be frightened. We're not coming in; you've bolted the door. Are you trying on your dress?

Nora.

Yes, yes, I'm trying it on. It suits me so well, Torvald.

Mrs. Linden.

[Who has read the card.] Why, he lives close by here.

Nora.

Yes, but it's no use now. We are lost. The letter is there in the box.

Mrs. Linden.

And your husband has the key?

Nora.

Always.

Mrs. Linden

Krogstad must demand his letter back, unread. He must find some pretext

Nora.

But this is the very time when Torvald generally