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!