Helmer. And is it with a clear and certain mind that you forsake your husband and your children?
Nora. Yes, it is.
Helmer. Then there is only one possible explanation.
Nora. What is that?
Helmer. You do not love me any more.
Nora. No, that is just it.
Helmer. Nora!—and you can say that?
Nora. It gives me great pain, Torvald, for you have always been so kind to me, but I cannot help it. I do not love you any more.
Helmer (regaining his composure). Is that a clear and certain conviction too?