MRS LINDE.
When you introduced him to me yesterday, he declared he had often heard my name mentioned in this house; but afterwards I noticed that your husband hadn’t the slightest idea who I was. So how could Doctor Rank—?
NORA.
That is quite right, Christine. Torvald is so absurdly fond of me that he wants me absolutely to himself, as he says. At first he used to seem almost jealous if I mentioned any of the dear folk at home, so naturally I gave up doing so. But I often talk about such things with Doctor Rank, because he likes hearing about them.
MRS LINDE.
Listen to me, Nora. You are still very like a child in many things, and I am older than you in many ways and have a little more experience. Let me tell you this—you ought to make an end of it with Doctor Rank.
NORA.
What ought I to make an end of?
MRS LINDE.
Of two things, I think. Yesterday you talked some nonsense about a rich admirer who was to leave you money—
NORA.
An admirer who doesn’t exist, unfortunately! But what then?
MRS LINDE.
Is Doctor Rank a man of means?
NORA.
Yes, he is.
MRS LINDE.
And has no one to provide for?
NORA.
No, no one; but—