Helmer.
Nora, Nora! What a woman you are! But seriously, Nora, you know my principles on these points. No debts! No borrowing! Home life ceases to be free and beautiful as soon as it is founded on borrowing and debt. We two have held out bravely till now, and we are not going to give in at the last.
Nora.
[Going to the fireplace.] Very well—as you please, Torvald.
Helmer.
[Following her.] Come come; my little lark mustn’t droop her wings like that. What? Is my squirrel in the sulks? [Takes out his purse.] Nora, what do you think I have here?
Nora.
[Turning round quickly.] Money!
Helmer.
There! [Gives her some notes.] Of course I know all sorts of things are wanted at Christmas.