NORA.
Yes, Torvald, we may be a wee bit more reckless now, mayn't we? Just a tiny wee bit! You are going to have a big salary and earn lots and lots of money.
HELMER.
Yes, after the New Year; but then it will be a whole quarter before the salary is due.
NORA.
Pooh! we can borrow till then.
HELMER.
Nora! (Goes up to her and takes her playfully by the ear.) The same little featherhead! Suppose, now, that I borrowed fifty pounds today, and you spent it all in the Christmas week, and then on New Year's Eve a slate fell on my head and killed me, and —
NORA.
(putting her hands over his mouth). Oh! don't say such horrid things.
HELMER.
Still, suppose that happened, — what then?
NORA.
If that were to happen, I don't suppose I should care whether I owed money or not.
HELMER.
Yes, but what about the people who had lent it?
NORA.
They? Who would bother about them? I should not know who they were.
