MRS LINDE.
And comes here everyday?
NORA.
Yes, I told you so.
MRS LINDE.
But how can this well-bred man be so tactless?
NORA.
I don’t understand you at all.
MRS LINDE.
Don’t prevaricate, Nora. Do you suppose I don’t guess who lent you the two hundred and fifty pounds?
NORA.
Are you out of your senses? How can you think of such a thing! A friend of ours, who comes here everyday! Do you realise what a horribly painful position that would be?
MRS LINDE.
Then it really isn’t he?
NORA.
No, certainly not. It would never have entered into my head for a moment. Besides, he had no money to lend then; he came into his money afterwards.
MRS LINDE.
Well, I think that was lucky for you, my dear Nora.
NORA.
No, it would never have come into my head to ask Doctor Rank. Although I am quite sure that if I had asked him—