A Doll’s House By Henrik Ibsen

HELMER: Yes, my own darling Nora. Do you know, when I am out at a party with you like this, why I speak so little to you, keep away from you, and only send a stolen glance in your direction now and then?–do you know why I do that? It is because I make believe to myself that we are secretly in love, and you are my secretly promised bride, and that no one suspects there is anything between us. And when we are leaving, and I am putting the shawl over your beautiful young shoulders–on your lovely neck–then I imagine that you are my young bride and that we have just come from the wedding, and I am bringing you for the first time into our home–to be alone with you for the first time–quite alone with my shy little darling! All this evening I have longed for nothing but you. When I watched the seductive figures of the Tarantella, my blood was on fire; I could endure it no longer, and that was why I brought you down so early–