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Nora.
He's going. He's not putting the letter into the box. No, no, it would be impossible! [Opens the door further and further.] What's that. He's standing still; not going down stairs. Has he changed his mind? Is he
? [A letter falls into the box. Krogstad's footsteps are heard gradually receding down the stair. Nora utters a suppressed shriek, and rushes forward towards the sofa-table; pause.} In the letter-box! [Slips shrinkingly up to the hall door.] There it lies.—Torvald, Torvald—now we are lost!Mrs. Linden enters from the left with the costume.
Mrs. Linden.
There, I think it's all right now. Shall we just try it on?
Nora.
[Hoarsely and softly.] Christina, come here.
Mrs. Linden.
[Throws down the dress on the sofa.] What's the matter? You look quite distracted.
Nora.
Come here. Do you see that letter? There, see—through the glass of the letter-box.
Mrs. Linden.
Yes, yes, I see it.
Nora.
That latter is from Krogstad
Mrs. Linden.
Nora—it was Krogstad who lent you the money?