Mrs. Linde (smiling). My dear! Small household cares and that
sort of thing!--You are a child, Nora.

Nora (tosses her head and crosses the stage). You ought not to be
so superior.

Mrs. Linde. No?

Nora. You are just like the others. They all think that I am
incapable of anything really serious--

Mrs. Linde. Come, come--

Nora.--that I have gone through nothing in this world of cares.

Mrs. Linde. But, my dear Nora, you have just told me all your
troubles.

Nora. Pooh!--those were trifles. (Lowering her voice.) I have not
told you the important thing.

Mrs. Linde. The important thing? What do you mean?

Nora. You look down upon me altogether, Christine--but you ought
not to. You are proud, aren't you, of having worked so hard and
so long for your mother?

Mrs. Linde. Indeed, I don't look down on anyone. But it is true
that I am both proud and glad to think that I was privileged to
make the end of my mother's life almost free from care.