Nora. That is true.

Helmer. You have loved me as a wife ought to love her husband.  Only you had not sufficient knowledge to judge of the means you used.  But do you suppose you are any the less dear to me, because you don’t understand how to act on your own responsibility?  No, no; only lean on me; I will advise you and direct you.  I should not be a man if this womanly helplessness did not just give you a double attractiveness in my eyes.  You must not think any more about the hard things I said in my first moment of consternation, when I thought everything was going to overwhelm me.  I have forgiven you, Nora; I swear to you I have forgiven you.

Nora. Thank you for your forgiveness. (She goes out through the door to the right.)

Helmer. No, don’t go—. (Looks in.) What are you doing in there?

Nora (from within).  Taking off my fancy dress.

Helmer (standing at the open door).  Yes, do.  Try and calm yourself, and make your mind easy again, my frightened little singing-bird.  Be at rest, and feel secure; I have broad wings to shelter you under. (Walks up and down by the door.) How warm and cosy our home is, Nora.  Here is shelter for you; here I will protect you like a hunted dove that I have saved from a hawk’s claws; I will bring peace to your poor beating heart.  It will come, little by little, Nora, believe me.  To-morrow morning you will look upon it all quite differently; soon everything will be just as it was before.  Very soon you won’t need me to assure you that I have forgiven you; you will yourself feel the certainty that I have done so.  Can you suppose I should ever think of such a thing as repudiating you, or even reproaching you?  You have no idea what a true man’s heart is like, Nora.  There is something so indescribably sweet and satisfying, to a man, in the knowledge that he has forgiven his wife—­forgiven her freely, and with all his heart.  It seems as if that had made her, as it were, doubly his own; he has given her a new life, so to speak; and she is in a way become both wife and child to him.  So you shall be for me after this, my little scared, helpless darling.  Have no anxiety about anything, Nora; only be frank and open with me, and I will serve as will and conscience both to you—.  What is this?  Not gone to bed?  Have you changed your things?

Nora (in everyday dress).  Yes, Torvald, I have changed my things now.

Helmer. But what for?—­so late as this.

Nora. I shall not sleep tonight.

Helmer. But, my dear Nora—­

Nora (looking at her watch).  It is not so very late.  Sit down here, Torvald.  You and I have much to say to one another. (She sits down at one side of the table.)

Helmer. Nora—­what is this?—­this cold, set face?

Nora. Sit down.  It will take some time; I have a lot to talk over with you.