I’m sure of it. What does it mean? I can’t think that the servants——? Here’s a broken hair-pin. Nora, it’s one of yours.
Nora.
[Quickly.] It must have been the children——
Helmer.
Then you must break them of such tricks.—There! At last I’ve got it open. [Takes contents out and calls into the kitchen.] Ellen!—Ellen, just put the hall door lamp out.
[He returns with letters in his hand, and shuts the inner door.
Helmer.
Just see how they’ve accumulated. [Turning them over.] Why, what’s this?
Nora.
[At the window.] The letter! Oh no, no, Torvald!