Nora. Do you think so? Do you think they would forget their
mother if she went away altogether?

Nurse. Good heavens!--went away altogether?

Nora. Nurse, I want you to tell me something I have often
wondered about--how could you have the heart to put your own
child out among strangers?

Nurse. I was obliged to, if I wanted to be little Nora's nurse.

Nora. Yes, but how could you be willing to do it?

Nurse. What, when I was going to get such a good place by it? A
poor girl who has got into trouble should be glad to. Besides,
that wicked man didn't do a single thing for me.

Nora. But I suppose your daughter has quite forgotten you.

Nurse. No, indeed she hasn't. She wrote to me when she was
confirmed, and when she was married.

Nora (putting her arms round her neck). Dear old Anne, you were a
good mother to me when I was little.

Nurse. Little Nora, poor dear, had no other mother but me. Nora.
And if my little ones had no other mother, I am sure you would--
What nonsense I am talking! (Opens the box.) Go in to them. Now I
must--. You will see tomorrow how charming I shall look.