Helmer.
What! Petty! Do you consider me petty!
Nora.
No, on the contrary, Torvald dear; and that’s just why——
Helmer.
Never mind; you call my motives petty; then I must be petty too. Petty! Very well!—Now we’ll put an end to this, once for all. [Goes to the door into the hall and calls.] Ellen!
Nora.
What do you want?
Helmer.
[Searching among his papers.] To settle the thing. [Ellen enters.] Here; take this letter; give it to a messenger. See that he takes it at once. The address is on it. Here’s the money.