The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
MRS. LINDEN.
And he comes here every day?
NORA.
Yes, I told you so.
MRS. LINDEN.
I should have thought he would have had better taste.
NORA.
I don’t understand you a bit.
MRS. LINDEN.
Don’t pretend, Nora. Do you suppose I can’t guess who lent you the
twelve hundred dollars?
NORA.
Are you out of your senses? How can you think such a thing? A friend who
comes here every day! Why, the position would be unbearable!
MRS. LINDEN.
Then it really is not he?
NORA.
No, I assure you. It never for a moment occurred to me——Besides, at that
time he had nothing to lend; he came into his property afterwards.
MRS. LINDEN.
Well, I believe that was lucky for you, Nora dear.
NORA.
No, really, it would never have struck me to ask Dr. Rank——And yet, I’m
certain that if I did——
MRS. LINDEN.
But of course you never would.
NORA.
Of course not. It’s inconceivable that it should ever be necessary. But
I’m quite sure that if I spoke to Doctor Rank——
MRS. LINDEN.
Behind your husband’s back?
NORA.
I must get clear of the other thing; that’s behind his back too. I
_must_ get clear of that.
MRS. LINDEN.
Yes, yes, I told you so yesterday; but——
NORA.
[_Walking up and down._] A man can manage these things much better than
a woman.
MRS. LINDEN.
One’s own husband, yes.
NORA.
Nonsense. [_Stands still._] When everything is paid, one gets back the
paper.
MRS. LINDEN.
Of course.
NORA.
And can tear it into a hundred thousand pieces, and burn it up, the
nasty, filthy thing!
MRS. LINDEN.
[_Looks at her fixedly, lays down her work, and rises slowly._] Nora,
you are hiding something from me.
NORA.
Can you see it in my face?
MRS. LINDEN.
Something has happened since yesterday morning. Nora, what is it?
NORA.
[_Going towards her._] Christina——! [_Listens._] Hush! There’s Torvald
coming home. Do you mind going into the nursery for the present? Torvald
can’t bear to see dressmaking going on. Get Anna to help you.
MRS. LINDEN.
[_Gathers some of the things together._] Very well; but I shan’t go away
until you have told me all about it.
[_She goes out to the left, as_ HELMER _enters from the hall._
NORA.
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