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Nora.

No, quite the contrary. Why should you think so?

Mrs. Linden.

When you introduced us yesterday he said he had often heard my name; but I noticed afterwards that your husband had no notion who I was. How could Doctor Rank——?

Nora.

He was quite right, Christina. You see, Torvald loves me so indescribably, he wants to have me all to himself, as he says. When we were first married he was almost jealous if I even mentioned any of my old friends at home; so naturally I gave up doing it. But I often talk of the old times to Doctor Rank, for he likes to hear about them.

Mrs. Linden.

Listen to me, Nora! You are still a child in many ways. I am older than you, and have had more experience. I'll tell you something? You ought to get clear of all this with Dr. Rank.

Nora.

Get clear of what?

Mrs. Linden.

The whole affair, I should say. You were talking yesterday of a rich admirer who was to find you money——

Nora.

Yes, one who never existed, worse luck. What then?