Mrs. Linden.
One's own husband, yes.
Nora.
Nonsense. [Stands still.] When everything is paid, one gets back the paper.
Mrs. Linden.
Of course.
Nora.
And can tear it into a hundred thousand pieces, and burn it up, the nasty, filthy thing!
Mrs. Linden.
[Looks at her fixedly, lays down her work, and rises slowly.] Nora, you are hiding something from me.
Nora.
Can you see it in my face?
Mrs. Linden.
Something has happened since yesterday morning. Nora, what is it?
Nora.
[Going towards her.] Christina! [Listens.] Hush! There's Torvald coming home. Do you mind going into the nursery for the present? Torvald can't bear to see dressmaking going on. Get Anna to help you.
Mrs. Linden.
[Gathers some of the things together.] Very well; but I shan't go away until you have told me all about it.
[She goes out to the left, as Helmer enters from the hall.
