[With cold calmness.] Yes.
Helmer.
The thing is so incredible, I can’t grasp it. But we must come to an understanding. Take that shawl off. Take it off, I say! I must try to pacify him in one way or another—the matter must be hushed up, cost what it may.—As for you and me, we must make no outward change in our way of life—no outward change, you understand. Of course, you will continue to live here. But the children cannot be left in your care. I dare not trust them to you.—Oh, to have to say this to one I have loved so tenderly—whom I still——! But that must be a thing of the past. Henceforward there can be no question of happiness, but merely of saving the ruins, the shreds, the show—— [A ring; Helmer starts.] What’s that? So late! Can it be the worst? Can he——? Hide yourself, Nora; say you are ill.
[Nora stands motionless. Helmer goes to the door and opens it.
Ellen.
[Half dressed, in the hall.] Here is a letter for you, ma’am.
Helmer.
Give it to me. [Seizes the letter and shuts the door.] Yes, from him. You shall not have it. I shall read it.
Nora.
Read it!