Nora. I shall not sleep tonight.
Helmer. But, my dear Nora—
Nora (looking at her watch). It is not so very late. Sit down here, Torvald. You and I have much to say to one another. (She sits down at one side of the table.)
Helmer. Nora—what is this?—this cold, set face?
Nora. Sit down. It will take some time; I have a lot to talk over with you.
Helmer (sits down at the opposite side of the table). You alarm me, Nora!—and I don't understand you.
Nora. No, that is just it. You don't understand me, and I have never understood you either—before tonight. No, you mustn't interrupt me. You must simply listen to what I say. Torvald, this is a settling of accounts.
Helmer. What do you mean by that?
Nora (after a short silence). Isn't there one thing that strikes you as strange in our sitting here like this?
Helmer. What is that?