Nora. You are just like all the others. They all think that I am incapable of anything really serious—
Mrs. Linde. Come, come—
Nora.—that I have gone through nothing in this world of cares.
Mrs. Linde. But, my dear Nora, you have just told me all your troubles.
Nora. Pooh!—those were trifles. (Lowering her voice.) I have not told you the important thing.
Mrs. Linde. The important thing? What do you mean?
Nora. You look down upon me altogether, Christine—but you ought not to. You are proud, aren't you, of having-worked so hard and so long for your mother?
Mrs. Linde. Indeed, I don't look down on any one. But it is true that I am both proud and glad to think that I was privileged to make the end of my mother's life almost free from care.
Nora. And you are proud to think of what you have done for your brothers.