I know, I know; I saw it in the papers. Oh, believe me, Christina, I did mean to write to you; but I kept putting it off, and something always came in the way.
Mrs. Linden.
I can quite understand that, Nora dear.
Nora.
No, Christina; it was horrid of me. Oh, you poor darling! how much you must have gone through!—And he left you nothing?
Mrs. Linden.
Nothing.
Nora.
And no children?
Mrs. Linden.