Nora.
If my husband gets to know about it, he will of course pay you off at once, and then we shall have nothing more to do with you.
Krogstad.
[Coming a pace nearer.] Listen, Mrs. Helmer: either your memory is defective, or you don’t know much about business. I must make the position a little clearer to you.
Nora.
How so?
Krogstad.
When your husband was ill, you came to me to borrow twelve hundred dollars.
Nora.
I knew of nobody else.