Helmer. Was that the dressmaker?

Nora. No, it was Christine; she is helping me to put my dress in
order. You will see I shall look quite smart.

Helmer. Wasn't that a happy thought of mine, now?

Nora. Splendid! But don't you think it is nice of me, too, to do
as you wish?

Helmer. Nice?--because you do as your husband wishes? Well, well,
you little rogue, I am sure you did not mean it in that way. But
I am not going to disturb you; you will want to be trying on your
dress, I expect.

Nora. I suppose you are going to work.

Helmer. Yes. (Shows her a bundle of papers.) Look at that. I have
just been into the bank. (Turns to go into his room.)

Nora. Torvald.

Helmer. Yes.

Nora. If your little squirrel were to ask you for something very,
very prettily--?

Helmer. What then?

Nora. Would you do it?