tired out now. You had far better go away to some watering-place.

Mrs. Linde (walking to the window). I have no father to give me
money for a journey, Nora.

Nora (rising). Oh, don't be angry with me!

Mrs. Linde (going up to her). It is you that must not be angry
with me, dear. The worst of a position like mine is that it makes
one so bitter. No one to work for, and yet obliged to be always
on the lookout for chances. One must live, and so one becomes
selfish. When you told me of the happy turn your fortunes have
taken--you will hardly believe it--I was delighted not so much on
your account as on my own.

Nora. How do you mean?--Oh, I understand. You mean that perhaps
Torvald could get you something to do.

Mrs. Linde. Yes, that was what I was thinking of.

Nora. He must, Christine. Just leave it to me; I will broach the
subject very cleverly--I will think of something that will please
him very much. It will make me so happy to be of some use to you.

Mrs. Linde. How kind you are, Nora, to be so anxious to help me!
It is doubly kind in you, for you know so little of the burdens
and troubles of life.

Nora. I--? I know so little of them?