Nora.
So he is.
Helmer.
What! Do you know anything? Has he told you anything?
Nora.
Yes. These cards mean that he has taken his last leave of us. He is going to shut himself up and die.
Helmer.
Poor fellow! Of course I knew we couldn’t hope to keep him long. But so soon——! And to go and creep into his lair like a wounded animal——
Nora.
When we must go, it is best to go silently.[silently.] Don’t you think so, Torvald?