Nora. And no children?

Mrs. Linde. No.

Nora. Nothing at all, then.

Mrs. Linde. Not even any sorrow or grief to live upon.

Nora (looking incredulously at her). But, Christine, is that
possible?

Mrs. Linde (smiles sadly and strokes her hair). It sometimes
happens, Nora.

Nora. So you are quite alone. How dreadfully sad that must be. I
have three lovely children. You can't see them just now, for they
are out with their nurse. But now you must tell me all about it.

Mrs. Linde. No, no; I want to hear about you.

Nora. No, you must begin. I mustn't be selfish today; today I
must only think of your affairs. But there is one thing I must
tell you. Do you know we have just had a great piece of good
luck?

Mrs. Linde. No, what is it?

Nora. Just fancy, my husband has been made manager of the Bank!

Mrs. Linde. Your husband? What good luck!