NURSE.
Good heavens!—went away altogether?
NORA.
Nurse, I want you to tell me something I have often wondered about—how could you have the heart to put your own child out among strangers?
NURSE.
I was obliged to, if I wanted to be little Nora’s nurse.
NORA.
Yes, but how could you be willing to do it?
NURSE.
What, when I was going to get such a good place by it? A poor girl who has got into trouble should be glad to. Besides, that wicked man didn’t do a single thing for me.
NORA.
But I suppose your daughter has quite forgotten you.
NURSE.
No, indeed she hasn’t. She wrote to me when she was confirmed, and when she was married.
NORA.
[putting her arms round her neck]. Dear old Anne, you were a good mother to me when I was little.
NURSE.
Little Nora, poor dear, had no other mother but me.
NORA.
And if my little ones had no other mother, I am sure you would—What nonsense I am talking! [Opens the box.] Go in to them. Now I must—. You will see tomorrow how charming I shall look.