Nora.
Yes!
Helmer.
When did the squirrel get home?
Nora.
Just this minute. [Hides the bag of macaroons in her pocket and wipes her mouth.] Come here, Torvald, and see what I’ve been buying.
Helmer.
Don’t interrupt me. [A little later he opens the door and looks in, pen in hand.] Buying, did you say? What! All that? Has my little spendthrift been making the money fly again?
Nora.
Why, Torvald, surely we can afford to launch out a little now. It’s the first Christmas we haven’t had to pinch.