Nora.
[With hardening expression.] Indeed, Torvald, your singing-bird acted for the best!
Helmer.
Singing-bird! Your father was a rook—and you take after him. Heredity again! You have utterly destroyed my happiness. [Walks round several times.] Just as I was beginning to get on, too!
Nora.
I have—but I will go away and jump into the water.
Helmer.
What good will that do me? People will say I had a hand in this business. [Bitterly.] If you must forge, you might at least put your dates in correctly! But you never had any principle! [A ring.] The front-door bell! [A fat letter is seen to fall into the box; Helmer takes it, opens it, sees enclosure, and embraces Nora.] Krogstad won't split. See, he returns the forged I.O.U.! Oh, my poor little lark, what you must have gone through! Come under my wing, my little scared song-bird.... Eh? you won't! Why, what's the matter now?
Nora.
[With cold calm.] I have wings of my own, thank you, Torvald, and I mean to use them!