Nora.
Yes, couldn’t you, Torvald?
Helmer.
And I hear he is good at his work. But the fact is, he was a college chum of mine—there was one of those rash friendships between us that one so often repents of later. I may as well confess it at once—he calls me by my Christian name;[[9]] and he is tactless enough to do it even when others are present. He delights in putting on airs of familiarity—Torvald here, Torvald there! I assure you it’s most painful to me. He would make my position at the Bank perfectly unendurable.
Nora.
Torvald, surely you’re not serious?
Helmer.
No? Why not?
Nora.
That’s such a petty reason.