A Doll's House : a play

by Henrik Ibsen

MRS LINDE.
But of course you won’t.

NORA.
Of course not. I have no reason to think it could possibly be necessary. But I am quite sure that if I told Doctor Rank—

MRS LINDE.
Behind your husband’s back?

NORA.
I must make an end of it with the other one, and that will be behind his back too. I must make an end of it with him.

MRS LINDE.
Yes, that is what I told you yesterday, but—

NORA.
[walking up and down]. A man can put a thing like that straight much easier than a woman—

MRS LINDE.
One’s husband, yes.

NORA.
Nonsense! [Standing still.] When you pay off a debt you get your bond back, don’t you?

MRS LINDE.
Yes, as a matter of course.

NORA.
And can tear it into a hundred thousand pieces, and burn it up—the nasty dirty paper!