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 Nora.

How so? You will soon get your money.

Krogstad.

May I ask you one more question? Why did you not send the paper to your father

Nora.

It was impossible. Father was ill. If I had asked him for his signature, I should have had to tell him why I wanted the money; but he was so ill I really could not tell him that my husband's life was in danger. It was impossible.

Krogstad.

Then it would have been better to have given up your tour.

Nora.

No, I couldn't do that; my husband's life depended on that journey. I couldn't give it up.

Krogstad.

And did it never occur to you that you were playing me false?

Nora.

That was nothing to me. I didn't care in the least about you. I couldn't endure you for all the cruel difficulties you made, although you knew how ill my husband was.

Krogstad.

Mrs. Helmer, you evidently do not realise what you have been guilty of. But I can assure you it was nothing more and nothing worse that made me an outcast from society.