Nora.
You shall see, you shall see!
Krogstad.
Under the ice, perhaps? Down into the cold, black water? And next spring to come up again, ugly, hairless, unrecognisable——
Nora.
You can’t terrify me.
Krogstad.
Nor you me. People don’t do that sort of thing, Mrs. Helmer. And, after all, what would be the use of it? I have your husband in my pocket, all the same.
Nora.
Afterwards? When I am no longer——?