NORA.
I couldn’t prevent it, Mr. Krogstad. I fought as hard as I could on your side, but it was no good.
KROGSTAD.
Does your husband love you so little, then? He knows what I can expose you to, and yet he ventures—
NORA.
How can you suppose that he has any knowledge of the sort?
KROGSTAD.
I didn’t suppose so at all. It would not be the least like our dear Torvald Helmer to show so much courage—
NORA.
Mr. Krogstad, a little respect for my husband, please.
KROGSTAD.
Certainly—all the respect he deserves. But since you have kept the matter so carefully to yourself, I make bold to suppose that you have a little clearer idea, than you had yesterday, of what it actually is that you have done?
NORA.
More than you could ever teach me.
KROGSTAD.
Yes, such a bad lawyer as I am.
NORA.
What is it you want of me?
KROGSTAD.
Only to see how you were, Mrs Helmer. I have been thinking about you all day long. A mere cashier, a quill-driver, a—well, a man like me—even he has a little of what is called feeling, you know.