An untruth!
Helmer.
Didn’t you say that nobody had been here? [Threatens with his finger.] My little bird must never do that again! A song-bird must sing clear and true; no false notes. [Puts his arm round her.] That’s so, isn’t it? Yes, I was sure of it. [Lets her go.] And now we’ll say no more about it. [Sits down before the fire.] Oh, how cosy and quiet it is here!
[Glances into his documents.
Nora.
[Busy with the tree, after a short silence.] Torvald!
Helmer.
Yes.
Nora.
I’m looking forward so much to the Stenborgs’ fancy ball the day after to-morrow.