Nora.
We got it from father, you must know.
Mrs. Linden.
Ah, I see. He died just about that time, didn't he?
Nora.
Yes, Christina, just then. And only think! I couldn't go and nurse him! I was expecting little Ivar's birth daily; and then I had my poor sick Torvald to attend to. Dear, kind old father! I never saw him again, Christina. Oh! that's the hardest thing I have had to bear since my marriage.
Mrs. Linden.
I know how fond you were of him. But then you went to Italy?
Nora.
Yes; you see, we had the money, and the doctors said we must lose no time. We started a month later.
Mrs. Linden.
And your husband came back completely cured.
Nora.
Sound as a bell.
Mrs. Linden.
But—the doctor?
Nora.
What do you mean?
Mrs. Linden.
I thought as I came in your servant announced the doctor
