[Absently.] I daresay. [Helmer takes his bunch of keys from his pocket and goes into the hall.] Torvald, what are you doing there?
Helmer.
I must empty the letter-box; it’s quite full; there will be no room for the newspapers to-morrow morning.
Nora.
Are you going to work to-night?
Helmer.
You know very well I am not.—Why, how is this? Some one has been at the lock.
Nora.
The lock——?
Helmer.