NORA.
What are all those papers?
HELMER.
Bank business.
NORA.
Already?
HELMER.
I have got authority from the retiring manager to undertake the necessary changes in the staff and in the rearrangement of the work; and I must make use of the Christmas week for that, so as to have everything in order for the new year.
NORA.
Then that was why this poor Krogstad —
HELMER.
Hm!
NORA.
(leans against the back of his chair and strokes his hair). If you hadn't been so busy I should have asked you a tremendously big favour, Torvald.
HELMER.
What is that? Tell me.
NORA.
There is no one has such good taste as you. And I do so want to look nice at the fancy-dress ball. Torvald, couldn't you take me in hand and decide what I shall go as, and what sort of a dress I shall wear?
HELMER.
Aha! so my obstinate little woman is obliged to get someone to come to her rescue?
NORA.
Yes, Torvald, I can't get along a bit without your help.
HELMER.
Very well, I will think it over, we shall manage to hit upon something.
