Krogstad.
H’m; suppose I were to?
Nora.
It would be shameful of you. [With tears in her voice.] The secret that is my joy and my pride—that he should learn it in such an ugly, coarse way—and from you. It would involve me in all sorts of unpleasantness——
Krogstad.
Only unpleasantness.[unpleasantness.]
Nora.
[Hotly.] But just do it. It’s you that will come off worst, for then my husband will see what a bad man you are, and then you certainly won’t keep your place.
Krogstad.
I asked whether it was only domestic unpleasantness you feared?