NORA.
What do you want here, then?
KROGSTAD.
A word with you.
NORA.
With me? — (To the children, gently.) Go in to nurse. What? No, the strange man won't do mother any harm. When he has gone we will have another game. (She takes the children into the room on the left, and shuts the door after them.) You want to speak to me?
KROGSTAD.
Yes, I do.
NORA.
Today? It is not the first of the month yet.
KROGSTAD.
No, it is Christmas Eve, and it will depend on yourself what sort of a Christmas you will spend.
NORA.
What do you want? Today it is absolutely impossible for me —
KROGSTAD.
We won't talk about that till later on. This is something different. I presume you can give me a moment?
NORA.
Yes — yes, I can — although —
KROGSTAD.
Good. I was in Olsen's Restaurant and saw your husband going down the street —
NORA.
Yes?
KROGSTAD.
With a lady.
NORA.
What then?
KROGSTAD.
May I make so bold as to ask if it was a Mrs. Linde?
NORA.
It was.
