Well, you got papa's signature, didn't you?
Krogstad.
Oh, I got it right enough. Unfortunately, it was dated three days after his decease—now, how do you account for that?
Nora.
How? Why, as poor Papa was dead, and couldn't sign, I signed for him, that's all! Only somehow I forgot to put the date back. That's how. Didn't I tell you I was a silly, unbusiness like little thing? It's very simple.
Krogstad.
Very—but what you did amounts to forgery, notwithstanding. I happen to know, because I'm a lawyer, and have done a little in the forging way myself. So, to come to the point—if I get kicked out, I shall not go alone!
[He bows, and goes out.
Nora.
It can't be wrong! Why, no one but Krogstad would have been taken in by it! If the Law says it's wrong, the Law's a goose—a bigger goose than poor little me even! [To Helmer, who enters.] Oh, Torvald, how you made me jump!