To think of my not
recognising
you!
A Doll's House by Henrik Ibsen
I should not know who they
were.
_Helmer_. That is like a woman! But seriously, Nora, you know what I
think about that. No debt, no borrowing. There can be no freedom or
beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt. We two have
kept bravely on the straight road so far, and we will go on the same way
for the short time longer that there need be any struggle.
_Nora_ (_moving towards the stove_). As you please, Torvald.
_Helmer_ (_following her_). Come, come, my little skylark must not droop
her wings. What is this! Is my little squirrel out of temper? (_Taking
out his purse_. ) Nora, what do you think I have got here?
_Nora_ (_turning round quickly_). Money!
_Helmer_. There you are. (_Gives her some money_. ) Do you think I don't
know what a lot is wanted for housekeeping at Christmas-time?
_Nora_ (_counting_). Ten shillings--a pound--two pounds! Thank you,
thank you, Torvald; that will keep me going for a long time.
_Helmer_. Indeed it must.
_Nora_. Yes, yes, it will. But come here and let me show you what I have
bought. And ah so cheap! Look, here is a new suit for Ivar, and a sword;
and a horse and a trumpet for Bob; and a doll and dolly's bedstead for
Emmy. --they are very plain, but anyway she will soon break them in
pieces. And here are dress-lengths and handkerchiefs for the maids; old
Anne ought really to have something better.
_Helmer_. And what is in this parcel?
_Nora_ (_crying out_). No, no! you mustn't see that till this evening.
_Helmer_. Very well. But now tell me, you extravagant little person,
what would you like for yourself?
_Nora_. For myself? Oh, I am sure I don't want anything.
_Helmer_. Yes, but you must. Tell me something reasonable that you would
particularly like to have.
_Nora_. No, I really can't think of anything--unless, Torvald--
_Helmer_. Well?
_Nora_ (_playing with his coat buttons, and without raising her eyes to
his_). If you really want to give me something, you might--you might--
_Helmer_. Well, out with it!
_Nora_ (_speaking quickly_). You might give me money, Torvald. Only just
as much as you can afford; and then one of these days I will buy
something with it.
_Helmer_. But, Nora--
_Nora_. Oh, do! dear Torvald; please, please do! Then I will wrap it up
in beautiful gilt paper and hang it on the Christmas Tree. Wouldn't that
be fun?
_Helmer_. What are little people called that are always wasting money?
_Nora_. Spendthrifts--I know. Let us do as you suggest, Torvald, and
then I shall have time to think what I am most in want of. That is a
very sensible plan, isn't it?
_Helmer_ (_smiling_). Indeed it is--that is to say, if you were really
to save out of the money I give you, and then really buy something for
yourself. But if you spend it all on the housekeeping and any number of
unnecessary things, then I merely have to pay up again.
_Nora_. Oh but, Torvald--
_Helmer_. You can't deny it, my dear, little Nora. (_Puts his arm round
her waist_. ) It's a sweet little spendthrift, but she uses up a deal of
money. One would hardly believe how expensive such little persons are!
_Nora_. It's a shame to say that. I do really save all I can.
_Helmer_ (_laughing_). That's very true,--all you can. But you can't
save anything!
_Nora_ (_smiling quietly and happily_). You haven't any idea how many
expenses we skylarks and squirrels have, Torvald.
_Helmer_. You are an odd little soul. Very like your father. You always
find some new way of wheedling money out of me, and, as soon as you have
got it, it seems to melt in your hands. You never know where it has
gone. Still, one must take you as you are. It is in the blood; for
indeed it is true that you can inherit these things, Nora.
_Nora_. Ah, I wish I had inherited many of papa's qualities.
_Helmer_. And I would not wish you to be anything but just what you are,
my sweet little skylark. But, do you know, it strikes me that you are
looking rather--what shall I say--rather uneasy today?
_Nora_. Do I?
_Helmer_. You do, really. Look straight at me.
_Nora_ (_looks at him_). Well?
_Helmer_ (_wagging his finger at her_). Hasn't Miss Sweet-Tooth been
breaking rules in town today?
_Nora_. No; what makes you think that?
_Helmer_. Hasn't she paid a visit to the confectioner's?
_Nora_. No, I assure you, Torvald--
_Helmer_. Not been nibbling sweets?
_Nora_. No, certainly not.
_Helmer_. Not even taken a bite at a macaroon or two?
_Nora_. No, Torvald, I assure you really--
_Helmer_. There, there, of course I was only joking.
_Nora_ (_going to the table on the right_). I should not think of going
against your wishes.
_Helmer_. No, I am sure of that; besides, you gave me your word--(_Going
up to her_. ) Keep your little Christmas secrets to yourself, my darling.
They will all be revealed tonight when the Christmas Tree is lit, no
doubt.
_Nora_. Did you remember to invite Doctor Rank?
_Helmer_. No. But there is no need; as a matter of course he will come
to dinner with us. However, I will ask him when he comes in this
morning. I have ordered some good wine. Nora, you can't think how I am
looking forward to this evening.
_Nora_. So am I! And how the children will enjoy themselves, Torvald!
_Helmer_. It is splendid to feel that one has a perfectly safe
appointment, and a big enough income. It's delightful to think of, isn't
it?
_Nora_. It's wonderful!
_Helmer_. Do you remember last Christmas? For a full three weeks
beforehand you shut yourself up every evening till long after midnight,
making ornaments for the Christmas Tree and all the other fine things
that were to be a surprise to us. It was the dullest three weeks I ever
spent!
_Nora_. I didn't find it dull.
_Helmer_ (_smiling_). But there was precious little result, Nora.
_Nora_. Oh, you shouldn't tease me about that again. How could I help
the cat's going in and tearing everything to pieces?
_Helmer_. Of course you couldn't, poor little girl. You had the best of
intentions to please us all, and that's the main thing. But it is a good
thing that our hard times are over.
_Nora_. Yes, it is really wonderful.
_Helmer_. This time I needn't sit here and be dull all alone, and you
needn't ruin your dear eyes and your pretty little hands--
_Nora_ (_clapping her hands_). No, Torvald, I needn't any longer, need
I! It's wonderfully lovely to hear you say so! (_Taking his arm_. ) Now I
will tell you how I have been thinking we ought to arrange things,
Torvald. As soon as Christmas is over--(_A bell rings in the hall_. )
There's the bell. (_She tidies the room a little_. ) There's someone at
the door. What a nuisance!
_Helmer_. If it is a caller, remember I am not at home.
_Maid_ (_in the doorway_). A lady to see you, ma'am,--a stranger.
_Nora_. Ask her to come in.
_Maid_ (_to_ HELMER). The doctor came at the same time, sir.
_Helmer_. Did he go straight into my room?
_Maid_. Yes, sir.
(HELMER _goes into his room. The_ MAID _ushers in_ MRS. LINDE, _who is
in traveling dress, and shuts the door_. )
_Mrs Linde_ (_in a dejected and timid voice_). How do you do, Nora?
_Nora_ (_doubtfully_). How do you do--
_Mrs. Linde_. You don't recognize me, I suppose.
_Nora_ No, I don't know--yes, to be sure, I seem to--(_Suddenly_. ) Yes!
Christine! Is it really you?
_Mrs. Linde_. Yes, it is I.
_Nora_. Christine!
To think of my not recognising you! And yet how could
I--(_In a gentle voice_. ) How you have altered, Christine!
_Mrs. Linde_. Yes, I have indeed. In nine, ten long years--
_Nora_. Is it so long since we met? I suppose it is. The last eight
years have been a happy time for me, I can tell you. And so now you have
come into the town, and have taken this long journey in winter--that was
plucky of you.
_Mrs. Linde_. I arrived by steamer this morning.
_Nora_. To have some fun at Christmas-time, of course. How delightful!
We will have such fun together! But take off your things. You are not
cold, I hope. (_Helps her_. ) Now we will sit down by the stove, and be
cosy. No, take this arm-chair; I will sit here in the rocking-chair.
(_Takes her hands_. ) Now you look like your old self again; it was only
the first moment--You are a little paler, Christine, and perhaps a
little thinner.
_Mrs. Linde_. And much, much older, Nora.
_Nora_. Perhaps a little older; very, very little; certainly not much.
(_Stops suddenly and speaks seriously_. ) What a thoughtless creature I
am, chattering away like this. My poor, dear Christine, do forgive me.
_Mrs. Linde_. What do you mean, Nora?
_Nora_ (_gently_). Poor Christine, you are a widow.
_Mrs. Linde_. Yes; it is three years ago now.
_Nora_. Yes, I knew; I saw it in the papers. I assure you, Christine, I
meant ever so often to write to you at the time, but I always put it off
and something always prevented me.
_Mrs. Linde_. I quite understand, dear.
_Nora_. It was very bad of me, Christine. Poor thing, how you must have
suffered. And he left you nothing?
_Mrs. Linde_. No.
_Nora_. And no children?
_Mrs. Linde_. No.
_Nora_. Nothing at all, then?
_Mrs. Linde_. Not even any sorrow or grief to live upon.
_Nora_ (_looking incredulously at her_). But, Christine, is that
possible?
_Mrs. Linde_ (_smiles sadly and strokes her hair_). It sometimes
happens, Nora.
_Nora_. So you are quite alone. How dreadfully sad that must be. I have
three lovely children. You can't see them just now, for they are out
with their nurse. But now you must tell me all about it.
_Mrs. Linde_. No, no; I want to hear about you.
_Nora_. No, you must begin. I mustn't be selfish today; today I must
only think of your affairs. But there is one thing I must tell you. Do
you know we have just had a great piece of good luck?
_Mrs. Linde_. No, what is it?
_Nora_. Just fancy, my husband has been made manager of the Bank!
_Mrs. Linde_. Your husband? What good luck!
_Nora_. Yes tremendous! A barrister's profession is such an uncertain
thing, especially if he won't undertake unsavoury cases; and naturally
Torvald has never been willing to do that, and I quite agree with him.
You may imagine how pleased we are! He is to take up his work in the
Bank at the New Year, and then he will have a big salary and lots of
commissions. For the future we can live quite differently--we can do
just as we like. I feel so relieved and so happy, Christine! It will be
splendid to have heaps of money and not need to have any anxiety, won't
it?
_Mrs. Linde_. Yes, anyhow I think it would be delightful to have what
one needs.
_Nora_. No, not only what one needs, but heaps and heaps of money.
_Mrs. Linde_ (_smiling_). Nora, Nora, haven't you learnt sense yet? In
our schooldays you were a great spendthrift.
_Nora_ (_laughing_). Yes, that is what Torvald says now. (_Wags her
finger at her_. ) But "Nora, Nora" is not so silly as you think. We have
not been in a position for me to waste money. We have both had to work.
_Mrs. Linde_. You too?
_Nora_. Yes; odds and ends, needlework, crochet-work, embroidery, and
that kind of thing. (_Dropping her voice_. ) And other things as well.
You know Torvald left his office when we were married? There was no
prospect of promotion there, and he had to try and earn more than
before. But during the first year he overworked himself dreadfully. You
see, he had to make money every way he could, and he worked early and
late; but he couldn't stand it, and fell dreadfully ill, and the doctors
said it was necessary for him to go south.
_Mrs. Linde_. You spent a whole year in Italy, didn't you?
_Nora_. Yes. It was no easy matter to get away, I can tell you. It was
just after Ivar was born; but naturally we had to go. It was a
wonderfully beautiful journey, and it saved Torvald's life. But it cost
a tremendous lot of money, Christine.
_Mrs. Linde_. So I should think.
_Nora_. It cost about two hundred and fifty pounds. That's a lot, isn't
it?
_Mrs. Linde_. Yes, and in emergencies like that it is lucky to have the
money.
_Nora_. I ought to tell you that we had it from papa.
_Mrs. Linde_. Oh, I see. It was just about that time that he died,
wasn't it?
_Nora_. Yes; and, just think of it, I couldn't go and nurse him. I was
expecting little Ivar's birth every day and I had my poor sick Torvald
to look after. My dear, kind father--I never saw him again, Christine.
That was the saddest time I have known since our marriage.
_Mrs. Linde_. I know how fond you were of him. And then you went off to
Italy?
_Nora_. Yes; you see we had money then, and the doctors insisted on our
going, so we started a month later.
_Mrs. Linde_. And your husband came back quite well?
_Nora_. As sound as a bell!
_Mrs Linde_. But--the doctor?
_Nora_. What doctor?
_Mrs Linde_. I thought your maid said the gentleman who arrived here
just as I did, was the doctor?
_Nora_. Yes, that was Doctor Rank, but he doesn't come here
professionally. He is our greatest friend, and comes in at least once
every day. No, Torvald has not had an hour's illness since then, and our
children are strong and healthy and so am I. (_Jumps up and claps her
hands_. ) Christine! Christine! it's good to be alive and happy! --But how
horrid of me; I am talking of nothing but my own affairs. (_Sits on a
stool near her, and rests her arms on her knees_. ) You mustn't be angry
with me. Tell me, is it really true that you did not love your husband?
Why did you marry him?
_Mrs. Linde_. My mother was alive then, and was bedridden and helpless,
and I had to provide for my two younger brothers; so I did not think I
was justified in refusing his offer.
_Nora_. No, perhaps you were quite right. He was rich at that time,
then?
_Mrs. Linde_. I believe he was quite well off. But his business was a
precarious one; and, when he died, it all went to pieces and there was
nothing left.
_Nora_. And then? --
_Mrs. Linde_. Well, I had to turn my hand to anything I could
find--first a small shop, then a small school, and so on. The last three
years have seemed like one long working-day, with no rest.
were.
_Helmer_. That is like a woman! But seriously, Nora, you know what I
think about that. No debt, no borrowing. There can be no freedom or
beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt. We two have
kept bravely on the straight road so far, and we will go on the same way
for the short time longer that there need be any struggle.
_Nora_ (_moving towards the stove_). As you please, Torvald.
_Helmer_ (_following her_). Come, come, my little skylark must not droop
her wings. What is this! Is my little squirrel out of temper? (_Taking
out his purse_. ) Nora, what do you think I have got here?
_Nora_ (_turning round quickly_). Money!
_Helmer_. There you are. (_Gives her some money_. ) Do you think I don't
know what a lot is wanted for housekeeping at Christmas-time?
_Nora_ (_counting_). Ten shillings--a pound--two pounds! Thank you,
thank you, Torvald; that will keep me going for a long time.
_Helmer_. Indeed it must.
_Nora_. Yes, yes, it will. But come here and let me show you what I have
bought. And ah so cheap! Look, here is a new suit for Ivar, and a sword;
and a horse and a trumpet for Bob; and a doll and dolly's bedstead for
Emmy. --they are very plain, but anyway she will soon break them in
pieces. And here are dress-lengths and handkerchiefs for the maids; old
Anne ought really to have something better.
_Helmer_. And what is in this parcel?
_Nora_ (_crying out_). No, no! you mustn't see that till this evening.
_Helmer_. Very well. But now tell me, you extravagant little person,
what would you like for yourself?
_Nora_. For myself? Oh, I am sure I don't want anything.
_Helmer_. Yes, but you must. Tell me something reasonable that you would
particularly like to have.
_Nora_. No, I really can't think of anything--unless, Torvald--
_Helmer_. Well?
_Nora_ (_playing with his coat buttons, and without raising her eyes to
his_). If you really want to give me something, you might--you might--
_Helmer_. Well, out with it!
_Nora_ (_speaking quickly_). You might give me money, Torvald. Only just
as much as you can afford; and then one of these days I will buy
something with it.
_Helmer_. But, Nora--
_Nora_. Oh, do! dear Torvald; please, please do! Then I will wrap it up
in beautiful gilt paper and hang it on the Christmas Tree. Wouldn't that
be fun?
_Helmer_. What are little people called that are always wasting money?
_Nora_. Spendthrifts--I know. Let us do as you suggest, Torvald, and
then I shall have time to think what I am most in want of. That is a
very sensible plan, isn't it?
_Helmer_ (_smiling_). Indeed it is--that is to say, if you were really
to save out of the money I give you, and then really buy something for
yourself. But if you spend it all on the housekeeping and any number of
unnecessary things, then I merely have to pay up again.
_Nora_. Oh but, Torvald--
_Helmer_. You can't deny it, my dear, little Nora. (_Puts his arm round
her waist_. ) It's a sweet little spendthrift, but she uses up a deal of
money. One would hardly believe how expensive such little persons are!
_Nora_. It's a shame to say that. I do really save all I can.
_Helmer_ (_laughing_). That's very true,--all you can. But you can't
save anything!
_Nora_ (_smiling quietly and happily_). You haven't any idea how many
expenses we skylarks and squirrels have, Torvald.
_Helmer_. You are an odd little soul. Very like your father. You always
find some new way of wheedling money out of me, and, as soon as you have
got it, it seems to melt in your hands. You never know where it has
gone. Still, one must take you as you are. It is in the blood; for
indeed it is true that you can inherit these things, Nora.
_Nora_. Ah, I wish I had inherited many of papa's qualities.
_Helmer_. And I would not wish you to be anything but just what you are,
my sweet little skylark. But, do you know, it strikes me that you are
looking rather--what shall I say--rather uneasy today?
_Nora_. Do I?
_Helmer_. You do, really. Look straight at me.
_Nora_ (_looks at him_). Well?
_Helmer_ (_wagging his finger at her_). Hasn't Miss Sweet-Tooth been
breaking rules in town today?
_Nora_. No; what makes you think that?
_Helmer_. Hasn't she paid a visit to the confectioner's?
_Nora_. No, I assure you, Torvald--
_Helmer_. Not been nibbling sweets?
_Nora_. No, certainly not.
_Helmer_. Not even taken a bite at a macaroon or two?
_Nora_. No, Torvald, I assure you really--
_Helmer_. There, there, of course I was only joking.
_Nora_ (_going to the table on the right_). I should not think of going
against your wishes.
_Helmer_. No, I am sure of that; besides, you gave me your word--(_Going
up to her_. ) Keep your little Christmas secrets to yourself, my darling.
They will all be revealed tonight when the Christmas Tree is lit, no
doubt.
_Nora_. Did you remember to invite Doctor Rank?
_Helmer_. No. But there is no need; as a matter of course he will come
to dinner with us. However, I will ask him when he comes in this
morning. I have ordered some good wine. Nora, you can't think how I am
looking forward to this evening.
_Nora_. So am I! And how the children will enjoy themselves, Torvald!
_Helmer_. It is splendid to feel that one has a perfectly safe
appointment, and a big enough income. It's delightful to think of, isn't
it?
_Nora_. It's wonderful!
_Helmer_. Do you remember last Christmas? For a full three weeks
beforehand you shut yourself up every evening till long after midnight,
making ornaments for the Christmas Tree and all the other fine things
that were to be a surprise to us. It was the dullest three weeks I ever
spent!
_Nora_. I didn't find it dull.
_Helmer_ (_smiling_). But there was precious little result, Nora.
_Nora_. Oh, you shouldn't tease me about that again. How could I help
the cat's going in and tearing everything to pieces?
_Helmer_. Of course you couldn't, poor little girl. You had the best of
intentions to please us all, and that's the main thing. But it is a good
thing that our hard times are over.
_Nora_. Yes, it is really wonderful.
_Helmer_. This time I needn't sit here and be dull all alone, and you
needn't ruin your dear eyes and your pretty little hands--
_Nora_ (_clapping her hands_). No, Torvald, I needn't any longer, need
I! It's wonderfully lovely to hear you say so! (_Taking his arm_. ) Now I
will tell you how I have been thinking we ought to arrange things,
Torvald. As soon as Christmas is over--(_A bell rings in the hall_. )
There's the bell. (_She tidies the room a little_. ) There's someone at
the door. What a nuisance!
_Helmer_. If it is a caller, remember I am not at home.
_Maid_ (_in the doorway_). A lady to see you, ma'am,--a stranger.
_Nora_. Ask her to come in.
_Maid_ (_to_ HELMER). The doctor came at the same time, sir.
_Helmer_. Did he go straight into my room?
_Maid_. Yes, sir.
(HELMER _goes into his room. The_ MAID _ushers in_ MRS. LINDE, _who is
in traveling dress, and shuts the door_. )
_Mrs Linde_ (_in a dejected and timid voice_). How do you do, Nora?
_Nora_ (_doubtfully_). How do you do--
_Mrs. Linde_. You don't recognize me, I suppose.
_Nora_ No, I don't know--yes, to be sure, I seem to--(_Suddenly_. ) Yes!
Christine! Is it really you?
_Mrs. Linde_. Yes, it is I.
_Nora_. Christine!
To think of my not recognising you! And yet how could
I--(_In a gentle voice_. ) How you have altered, Christine!
_Mrs. Linde_. Yes, I have indeed. In nine, ten long years--
_Nora_. Is it so long since we met? I suppose it is. The last eight
years have been a happy time for me, I can tell you. And so now you have
come into the town, and have taken this long journey in winter--that was
plucky of you.
_Mrs. Linde_. I arrived by steamer this morning.
_Nora_. To have some fun at Christmas-time, of course. How delightful!
We will have such fun together! But take off your things. You are not
cold, I hope. (_Helps her_. ) Now we will sit down by the stove, and be
cosy. No, take this arm-chair; I will sit here in the rocking-chair.
(_Takes her hands_. ) Now you look like your old self again; it was only
the first moment--You are a little paler, Christine, and perhaps a
little thinner.
_Mrs. Linde_. And much, much older, Nora.
_Nora_. Perhaps a little older; very, very little; certainly not much.
(_Stops suddenly and speaks seriously_. ) What a thoughtless creature I
am, chattering away like this. My poor, dear Christine, do forgive me.
_Mrs. Linde_. What do you mean, Nora?
_Nora_ (_gently_). Poor Christine, you are a widow.
_Mrs. Linde_. Yes; it is three years ago now.
_Nora_. Yes, I knew; I saw it in the papers. I assure you, Christine, I
meant ever so often to write to you at the time, but I always put it off
and something always prevented me.
_Mrs. Linde_. I quite understand, dear.
_Nora_. It was very bad of me, Christine. Poor thing, how you must have
suffered. And he left you nothing?
_Mrs. Linde_. No.
_Nora_. And no children?
_Mrs. Linde_. No.
_Nora_. Nothing at all, then?
_Mrs. Linde_. Not even any sorrow or grief to live upon.
_Nora_ (_looking incredulously at her_). But, Christine, is that
possible?
_Mrs. Linde_ (_smiles sadly and strokes her hair_). It sometimes
happens, Nora.
_Nora_. So you are quite alone. How dreadfully sad that must be. I have
three lovely children. You can't see them just now, for they are out
with their nurse. But now you must tell me all about it.
_Mrs. Linde_. No, no; I want to hear about you.
_Nora_. No, you must begin. I mustn't be selfish today; today I must
only think of your affairs. But there is one thing I must tell you. Do
you know we have just had a great piece of good luck?
_Mrs. Linde_. No, what is it?
_Nora_. Just fancy, my husband has been made manager of the Bank!
_Mrs. Linde_. Your husband? What good luck!
_Nora_. Yes tremendous! A barrister's profession is such an uncertain
thing, especially if he won't undertake unsavoury cases; and naturally
Torvald has never been willing to do that, and I quite agree with him.
You may imagine how pleased we are! He is to take up his work in the
Bank at the New Year, and then he will have a big salary and lots of
commissions. For the future we can live quite differently--we can do
just as we like. I feel so relieved and so happy, Christine! It will be
splendid to have heaps of money and not need to have any anxiety, won't
it?
_Mrs. Linde_. Yes, anyhow I think it would be delightful to have what
one needs.
_Nora_. No, not only what one needs, but heaps and heaps of money.
_Mrs. Linde_ (_smiling_). Nora, Nora, haven't you learnt sense yet? In
our schooldays you were a great spendthrift.
_Nora_ (_laughing_). Yes, that is what Torvald says now. (_Wags her
finger at her_. ) But "Nora, Nora" is not so silly as you think. We have
not been in a position for me to waste money. We have both had to work.
_Mrs. Linde_. You too?
_Nora_. Yes; odds and ends, needlework, crochet-work, embroidery, and
that kind of thing. (_Dropping her voice_. ) And other things as well.
You know Torvald left his office when we were married? There was no
prospect of promotion there, and he had to try and earn more than
before. But during the first year he overworked himself dreadfully. You
see, he had to make money every way he could, and he worked early and
late; but he couldn't stand it, and fell dreadfully ill, and the doctors
said it was necessary for him to go south.
_Mrs. Linde_. You spent a whole year in Italy, didn't you?
_Nora_. Yes. It was no easy matter to get away, I can tell you. It was
just after Ivar was born; but naturally we had to go. It was a
wonderfully beautiful journey, and it saved Torvald's life. But it cost
a tremendous lot of money, Christine.
_Mrs. Linde_. So I should think.
_Nora_. It cost about two hundred and fifty pounds. That's a lot, isn't
it?
_Mrs. Linde_. Yes, and in emergencies like that it is lucky to have the
money.
_Nora_. I ought to tell you that we had it from papa.
_Mrs. Linde_. Oh, I see. It was just about that time that he died,
wasn't it?
_Nora_. Yes; and, just think of it, I couldn't go and nurse him. I was
expecting little Ivar's birth every day and I had my poor sick Torvald
to look after. My dear, kind father--I never saw him again, Christine.
That was the saddest time I have known since our marriage.
_Mrs. Linde_. I know how fond you were of him. And then you went off to
Italy?
_Nora_. Yes; you see we had money then, and the doctors insisted on our
going, so we started a month later.
_Mrs. Linde_. And your husband came back quite well?
_Nora_. As sound as a bell!
_Mrs Linde_. But--the doctor?
_Nora_. What doctor?
_Mrs Linde_. I thought your maid said the gentleman who arrived here
just as I did, was the doctor?
_Nora_. Yes, that was Doctor Rank, but he doesn't come here
professionally. He is our greatest friend, and comes in at least once
every day. No, Torvald has not had an hour's illness since then, and our
children are strong and healthy and so am I. (_Jumps up and claps her
hands_. ) Christine! Christine! it's good to be alive and happy! --But how
horrid of me; I am talking of nothing but my own affairs. (_Sits on a
stool near her, and rests her arms on her knees_. ) You mustn't be angry
with me. Tell me, is it really true that you did not love your husband?
Why did you marry him?
_Mrs. Linde_. My mother was alive then, and was bedridden and helpless,
and I had to provide for my two younger brothers; so I did not think I
was justified in refusing his offer.
_Nora_. No, perhaps you were quite right. He was rich at that time,
then?
_Mrs. Linde_. I believe he was quite well off. But his business was a
precarious one; and, when he died, it all went to pieces and there was
nothing left.
_Nora_. And then? --
_Mrs. Linde_. Well, I had to turn my hand to anything I could
find--first a small shop, then a small school, and so on. The last three
years have seemed like one long working-day, with no rest.
