Nora. Yes, that's it. I look so nice, Torvald.
Mrs. Linde (who has read the card) I see he lives at the corner here.
Nora. Yes, but it's no use. It is hopeless. The letter is lying there in the box.
Mrs. Linde. And your husband keeps the key?
Nora. Yes, always.
Mrs. Linde. Krogstad must ask for his letter back unread, he must find some pretence—
Nora. But it is just at this time that Torvald generally—
Mrs. Linde. You must delay him. Go in to him in the meantime. I will come back as soon as I can. (She goes out hurriedly through the hall door.)
Nora (goes to HELMER'S door, opens it and peeps in). Torvald!
Helmer (from the inner room). Well? May I venture at last to come into my own room again? Come along, Rank, now you will see—( Halting in the doorway.) But what is this?