NORA.
Then that was why this poor Krogstad—
HELMER.
Hm!
NORA.
[leans against the back of his chair and strokes his hair]. If you hadn’t been so busy I should have asked you a tremendously big favour, Torvald.
HELMER.
What is that? Tell me.
NORA.
There is no one has such good taste as you. And I do so want to look nice at the fancy-dress ball. Torvald, couldn’t you take me in hand and decide what I shall go as, and what sort of a dress I shall wear?
HELMER.
Aha! so my obstinate little woman is obliged to get someone to come to her rescue?
NORA.
Yes, Torvald, I can’t get along a bit without your help.
HELMER.
Very well, I will think it over, we shall manage to hit upon something.
NORA.
That is nice of you. [Goes to the Christmas Tree. A short pause.] How pretty the red flowers look—. But, tell me, was it really something very bad that this Krogstad was guilty of?
HELMER.
He forged someone’s name. Have you any idea what that means?