KROGSTAD.
Excuse me, the outer door was ajar; I suppose someone forgot to shut it.
NORA.
[rising]. My husband is out, Mr. Krogstad.
KROGSTAD.
I know that.
NORA.
What do you want here, then?
KROGSTAD.
A word with you.
NORA.
With me?—[To the children, gently.] Go in to nurse. What? No, the strange man won’t do mother any harm. When he has gone we will have another game. [She takes the children into the room on the left, and shuts the door after them.] You want to speak to me?
KROGSTAD.
Yes, I do.
NORA.
Today? It is not the first of the month yet.
KROGSTAD.
No, it is Christmas Eve, and it will depend on yourself what sort of a Christmas you will spend.
NORA.
What do you mean? Today it is absolutely impossible for me—