Nora.
No, I say. I take nothing from strangers.
Helmer.
Nora—can I never be more than a stranger to you?
Nora.
[Taking her travelling-bag.] Oh, Torvald, then the miracle of miracles would have to happen——
Helmer.
What is the miracle of miracles?
Nora.
Both of us would have to change so that——Oh, Torvald, I no longer believe in miracles.