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Mrs. Linden.

I don't doubt it. But what do you mean?

Nora.

Hush! Not so loud. Only think, if Torvald were to hear! He mustn't—not for worlds! No one must know about it, Christina—no one but you.

Mrs. Linden.

Why, what can it be?

Nora.

Come over here. [Draws her down beside her on the sofa.] Yes, Christina—I, too, have something to be proud and glad of. I saved Torvald's life.

Mrs. Linden.

Saved his life? How?

Nora.

I told you about our going to Italy. Torvald would have died but for that.

Mrs. Linden.

Well—and your father gave you the money.

Nora.

[Smiling.] Yes, so Torvald and every one believes; but——

Mrs. Linden.

But——?

Nora.

Papa didn't give us one penny. It was I that found the money.

Mrs. Linden.

You? All that money?