MRS. LINDEN. And he is a widower now? NORA. With a lot of children. There! Now it will burn up. [_She closes the stove, and pushes the rocking-chair a little aside._ MRS. LINDEN. His business is not of the most creditable, they say? NORA. Isn’t it? I daresay not. I don’t know. But don’t let us think of business—it’s so tiresome. _DR. RANK comes out of HELMER’S room._ RANK. [_Still in the doorway._] No, no; I’m in your way. I shall go and have a chat with your wife. [_Shuts the door and sees_ MRS. LINDEN.] Oh, I beg your pardon. I’m in the way here too. NORA. No, not in the least. [_Introduces them._] Doctor Rank—Mrs. Linden. RANK. Oh, indeed; I’ve often heard Mrs. Linden’s name; I think I passed you on the stairs as I came up. MRS. LINDEN. Yes; I go so very slowly. Stairs try me so much. RANK. Ah—you are not very strong? MRS. LINDEN. Only overworked. RANK. Nothing more? Then no doubt you’ve come to town to find rest in a round of dissipation? MRS. LINDEN. I have come to look for employment. RANK. Is that an approved remedy for overwork? MRS. LINDEN. One must live, Doctor Rank. RANK. Yes, that seems to be the general opinion. NORA. Come, Doctor Rank—you want to live yourself. RANK. To be sure I do. However wretched I may be, I want to drag on as long as possible. All my patients, too, have the same mania. And it’s the same with people whose complaint is moral. At this very moment Helmer is talking to just such a moral incurable—— MRS. LINDEN. [_Softly._] Ah! NORA. Whom do you mean? RANK. Oh, a fellow named Krogstad, a man you know nothing about—corrupt to the very core of his character. But even he began by announcing, as a matter of vast importance, that he must live. NORA. Indeed? And what did he want with Torvald? RANK. I haven’t an idea; I only gathered that it was some bank business. NORA. I didn’t know that Krog—that this Mr. Krogstad had anything to do with the Bank? RANK.