Nora.
What is it you want?
Krogstad.
Only to see how you are getting on, Mrs. Helmer. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Even a mere money-lender, a gutter-journalist, a—in short, a creature like me—has a little bit of what people call feeling.
Nora.
Then show it; think of my little children.
Krogstad.
Did you and your husband think of mine? But enough of that. I only wanted to tell you that you needn’t take this matter too seriously. I shall not lodge any information, for the present.
Nora.
No, surely not. I knew you wouldn’t.