Yes, Christina, just then. And only think! I couldn’t go and nurse him! I was expecting little Ivar’s birth daily; and then I had my poor sick Torvald to attend to. Dear, kind old father! I never saw him again, Christina. Oh! that’s the hardest thing I have had to bear since my marriage.
Mrs. Linden.
I know how fond you were of him. But then you went to Italy?
Nora.
Yes; you see, we had the money, and the doctors said we must lose no time. We started a month later.
Mrs. Linden.
And your husband came back completely cured.
Nora.
Sound as a bell.
Mrs. Linden.