genuine, I suppose, Mrs. Helmer? It was your father himself who
signed his name here?

Nora (after a short pause, throws her head up and looks defiantly
at him). No, it was not. It was I that wrote papa's name.

Krogstad. Are you aware that is a dangerous confession?

Nora. In what way? You shall have your money soon.

Krogstad. Let me ask you a question; why did you not send the
paper to your father?

Nora. It was impossible; papa was so ill. If I had asked him for
his signature, I should have had to tell him what the money was
to be used for; and when he was so ill himself I couldn't tell
him that my husband's life was in danger--it was impossible.

Krogstad. It would have been better for you if you had given up
your trip abroad.

Nora. No, that was impossible. That trip was to save my husband's
life; I couldn't give that up.

Krogstad. But did it never occur to you that you were committing
a fraud on me?

Nora. I couldn't take that into account; I didn't trouble myself
about you at all. I couldn't bear you, because you put so many
heartless difficulties in my way, although you knew what a dangerous