Nora.
With a lot of children. There! Now it will burn up.
[She closes the stove, and pushes the rocking-chair a little aside.
Mrs. Linden.
His business is not of the most creditable, they say?
Nora.
Isn't it? I daresay not. I don't know. But don't let us think of business—it's so tiresome.
Dr. Rank comes out of Helmer's room.
Rank.
[Still in the doorway.] No, no; I'm in your way. I shall go and have a chat with your wife. [Shuts the door and sees Mrs. Linden.] Oh, I beg your pardon. I'm in the way here too.
Nora.
No, not in the least. [Introduces them.] Doctor Rank—Mrs. Linden.
Rank.
Oh, indeed; I've often heard Mrs. Linden's name; I think I passed you on the stairs as I came up.
Mrs. Linden.
Yes; I go so very slowly. Stairs try me so much.
Rank.
Ah—you are not very strong?
Mrs. Linden.
Only overworked.
