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.

Nora. That is nice of you. (Goes to the Christmas Tree. A short
pause.) How pretty the red flowers look--. But, tell me, was it
really something very bad that this Krogstad was guilty of?

Helmer. He forged someone's name. Have you any idea what that
means?

Nora. Isn't it possible that he was driven to do it by necessity?

Helmer. Yes; or, as in so many cases, by imprudence. I am not so
heartless as to condemn a man altogether because of a single false
step of that kind.

Nora. No, you wouldn't, would you, Torvald?

Helmer. Many a man has been able to retrieve his character, if he