Henceforward there can be no question of happiness, but merely of saving the ruins, the shreds, the show
[A ring; Helmer starts.] What's that? So late! Can it be the worst? Can he ? Hide yourself, Nora; say you are ill.[Nora stands motionless. Helmer goes to the door and opens it.
Ellen.
[Half dressed, in the hall.] Here is a letter for you, ma'am.
Helmer.
Give it to me. [Seizes the letter and shuts the door.] Yes, from him. You shall not have it. I shall read it.
Nora.
Read it!
Helmer.
[By the lamp.] I have hardly the courage to. We may both be lost, both you and I. Ah! I must know. [Hastily tears the letter open; reads a few lines, looks at an enclosure; with a cry of joy.]
Nora! [Nora looks inquiringly at him.
Helmer.
Nora!—Oh! I must read it again.—Yes, yes, it is so. I am saved! Nora, I am saved!
Nora.
And I?
Helmer.
You too, of course; we are both saved, both of us. Look here—he sends you back your promissory note. He writes that he regrets and apologises,