Nora. Are you going to work to-night?
Helmer. You know quite well I'm not. What is this? Some one has been at the lock.
Nora. At the lock?
Helmer. Yes, someone has. What can it mean? I should never have thought the maid—. Here is a broken hairpin. Nora, it is one of yours.
Nora (quickly). Then it must have been the children—
Helmer. Then you must get them out of those ways. There, at last I have got it open. (Takes out the contents of the letter-box, and calls to the kitchen.) Helen!—Helen, put out the light over the front door. (Goes back into the room and shuts the door into the hall. He holds out his hand full of letters.) Look at that—look what a heap of them there are. (Turning them over.) What on earth is that?
Nora (at the window). The letter—No! Torvald, no!
Helmer. Two cards—of Rank's.
Nora. Of Doctor Rank's?