Man-woman relationships -- Drama; Marriage -- Drama; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English; Wives -- Drama
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? Why not?
MRS LINDE.
No, a wife cannot borrow without her husband’s consent.
NORA.
_[tossing her head]_. Oh, if it is a wife who has any head for
business—a wife who has the wit to be a little bit clever—
MRS LINDE.
I don’t understand it at all, Nora.
NORA.
There is no need you should. I never said I had borrowed the money. I
may have got it some other way. _[Lies back on the sofa.]_ Perhaps I
got it from some other admirer. When anyone is as attractive as I am—
MRS LINDE.
You are a mad creature.
NORA.
Now, you know you’re full of curiosity, Christine.
MRS LINDE.
Listen to me, Nora dear. Haven’t you been a little bit imprudent?
NORA.
_[sits up straight]_. Is it imprudent to save your husband’s life?
MRS LINDE.
It seems to me imprudent, without his knowledge, to—
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