It is coming! The dreadful thing is coming, after all. No, no, no, it can never be; it shall not!
[She goes to Helmer’s door and slips the bolt. Ellen opens the hall door for Krogstad, and shuts it after him. He wears a travelling-coat, high boots, and a fur cap.
Nora.
[Goes towards him.] Speak softly; my husband is at home.
Krogstad.
All right. That’s nothing to me.
Nora.
What do you want?
Krogstad.
A little information.