Nora.
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.
I am sure I don't look down upon any one; but it's true I am both proud and glad when I remember that I was able to keep my mother's last days free from care.
Nora.
And you're proud to think of what you have done for your brothers, too.
Mrs. Linden.
Have I not the right to be?
Nora.
Yes indeed. But now let me tell you, Christina—I, too, have something to be proud and glad of.
