You think I’ve had no troubles in this weary world.
Mrs. Linden.
My dear Nora, you’ve just told me all your troubles.
Nora.
Pooh—those trifles! [Softly.] I haven’t told you the great thing.
Mrs. Linden.
The great thing? What do you mean?
Nora.
I know you look down upon me, Christina; but you have no right to. You are proud of having worked so hard and so long for your mother.
Mrs. Linden.