Oh, we shall soon freshen it up again.
Nora.
Yes, do help me, Torvald. You must promise me——Oh, I’m so nervous about it. Before so many people——This evening you must give yourself up entirely to me. You mustn’t do a stroke of work; you mustn’t[mustn’t] even touch a pen. Do promise, Torvald dear!
Helmer.
I promise. All this evening I shall be your slave. Little helpless thing——! But, by-the-bye, I must just—— [Going to hall door.
Nora.
What do you want there?
Helmer.
Only to see if there are any letters.
Nora.