A Doll’s House

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. Now it is at an end, Nora. My poor mother needs me no more, for she is gone; and the boys do not need me either; they have got situations and can shift for themselves. Nora What a relief you must feel if⁠— Mrs. Linde No, indeed; I only feel my life unspeakably empty. No one to live for anymore. Gets up restlessly. That was why I could not stand the life in my little backwater any longer. I hope it may be easier here to find something which will busy me and occupy my thoughts. If only I could have the good luck to get some regular work⁠—office work of some kind⁠— Nora But, Christine, that is so frightfully tiring, and you look tired out now. You had far better go away to some watering-place. Mrs. Linde Walking to the window. I have no father to give me money for a journey, Nora. Nora Rising. Oh, don’t be angry with me! Mrs. Linde Going up to her. It is you that must not be angry with me, dear. The worst of a position like mine is that it makes one so bitter. No one to work for, and yet obliged to be always on the lookout for chances. One must live, and so one becomes selfish. When you told me of the happy turn your fortunes have taken⁠—you will hardly believe it⁠—I was delighted not so much on your account as on my own. Nora How do you mean?⁠—Oh, I understand. You mean that perhaps Torvald could get you something to do. Mrs. Linde Yes, that was what I was thinking of. Nora He must, Christine. Just leave it to me; I will broach the subject very cleverly⁠—I will think of something that will please him very much. It will make me so happy to be of some use to you. Mrs. Linde How kind you are, Nora, to be so anxious to help me! It is doubly kind in you, for you know so little of the burdens and troubles of life. Nora I⁠—? I know so little of them? Mrs. Linde Smiling. My dear! Small household cares and that sort of thing!⁠—You are a child, Nora. Nora Tosses her head and crosses the stage. You ought not to be so superior. Mrs. Linde No? Nora You are just like the others. They all think that I am incapable of anything really serious⁠— Mrs. Linde Come, come⁠— Nora —that I have gone through nothing in this world of cares. Mrs. Linde But, my dear Nora, you have just told me all your troubles. Nora Pooh!⁠—those were trifles. Lowering her voice. I have not told you the important thing. Mrs. Linde The important thing? What do you mean? Nora You look down upon me altogether, Christine⁠—but you ought not to. You are proud, aren’t you, of having worked so hard and so long for your mother? Mrs. Linde Indeed, I don’t look down on anyone. But it is true that I am both proud and glad to think that I was privileged to make the end of my mother’s life almost free from care. Nora And you are proud to think of what you have done for your brothers? Mrs. Linde I think I have the right to be. Nora I think so, too. But now, listen to this; I too have something to be proud and glad of. Mrs. Linde I have no doubt you have. But what do you refer to? Nora Speak low. Suppose Torvald were to hear! He mustn’t on any account⁠—no one in the world must know, Christine, except you. Mrs. Linde But what is it? Nora Come here. Pulls her down on the sofa beside her. Now I will show you that I too have something to be proud and glad of. It was I who saved Torvald’s life. Mrs. Linde “Saved”? How? Nora I told you about our trip to Italy. Torvald would never have recovered if he had not gone there⁠— Mrs. Linde Yes, but your father gave you the necessary funds. Nora Smiling. Yes, that is what Torvald and all the others think, but⁠— Mrs. Linde But⁠— Nora Papa didn’t give us a shilling. It was I who procured the money. Mrs. Linde You? All that large sum? Nora Two hundred and fifty pounds. What do you think of that? Mrs. Linde But, Nora, how could you possibly do it? Did you win a prize in the Lottery? Nora Contemptuously. In the Lottery? There would have been no credit in that. Mrs. Linde But where did you get it from, then? Nora Humming and smiling with an air of mystery. Hm, hm! Aha! Mrs. Linde Because you couldn’t have borrowed it. Nora Couldn’t I?