[Smiling.] Oh, well—a little fancy-work, and so forth.—You’re a child, Nora.
Nora.
[Tosses her head and paces the room.] Oh, come, you mustn’t be so patronising!
Mrs. Linden.
No?
Nora.
You’re like the rest. You all think I’m fit for nothing really serious——
Mrs. Linden.
Well, well——
Nora.