Mrs. Linde.  We will easily put that right.  It is only some of the trimming come unsewn here and there.  Needle and thread?  Now then, that’s all we want.

Nora.  It is nice of you.

Mrs. Linde (sewing).  So you are going to be dressed up tomorrow, Nora.  I will tell you what—­I shall come in for a moment and see you in your fine feathers.  But I have completely forgotten to thank you for a delightful evening yesterday.

Nora (gets up, and crosses the stage).  Well I don’t think yesterday was as pleasant as usual.  You ought to have come to town a little earlier, Christine.  Certainly Torvald does understand how to make a house dainty and attractive.

Mrs. Linde.  And so do you, it seems to me; you are not your father’s daughter for nothing.  But tell me, is Doctor Rank always as depressed as he was yesterday?

Nora.  No; yesterday it was very noticeable.  I must tell you that he suffers from a very dangerous disease.  He has consumption of the spine, poor creature.  His father was a horrible man who committed all sorts of excesses; and that is why his son was sickly from childhood, do you understand?

Mrs. Linde (dropping her sewing).  But, my dearest Nora, how do you know anything about such things?

Nora (walking about).  Pooh!  When you have three children, you get visits now and then from—­from married women, who know something of medical matters, and they talk about one thing and another.

Mrs. Linde (goes on sewing.  A short silence).  Does Doctor Rank come here every day?

Nora.  Every day regularly.  He is Torvald’s most intimate friend, and a great friend of mine too.  He is just like one of the family.

Mrs. Linde.  But tell me this—­is he perfectly sincere?  I mean, isn’t he the kind of a man that is very anxious to make himself agreeable?

Nora.  Not in the least.  What makes you think that?

Mrs. Linde.  When you introduced him to me yesterday, he declared he had often heard my name mentioned in this house; but afterwards I noticed that your husband hadn’t the slightest idea who I was.  So how could Doctor Rank—?

Nora.  That is quite right, Christine.  Torvald is so absurdly fond of me that he wants me absolutely to himself, as he says.  At first he used to seem almost jealous if I mentioned any of the dear folk at home, so naturally I gave up doing so.  But I often talk about such things with Doctor Rank, because he likes hearing about them.

Mrs. Linde.  Listen to me, Nora.  You are still very like a child in many ways, and I am older than you in many ways and have a little more experience.  Let me tell you this—­you ought to make an end of it with Doctor Rank.

Nora.  What ought I to make an end of?