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 Nora.

I am not talking of cares. I say that we have never yet set ourselves seriously to get to the bottom of anything.

Helmer.

Why, my dearest Nora, what have you to do with serious things?

Nora.

There we have it! You have never understood me.—I have had great injustice done me, Torvald; first by father, and then by you.

Helmer.

What! By your father and me?—By us, who have loved you more than all the world?

Nora

[Shaking her head.] You have never loved me. You only thought it amusing to be in love with me.

Helmer.

Why, Nora, what a thing to say!

Nora.

Yes, it is so, Torvald. While I was at home with father, he used to tell me all his opinions, and I held the same opinions. If I had others I said nothing about them, because he wouldn't have liked it. He used to call me his doll-child, and played with me as I played with my dolls. Then I came to live in your house

Helmer.

What an expression to use about our marriage!