NORA.
(doubtfully). How do you do —
MRS. LINDE.
You don't recognize me, I suppose.
NORA.
No, I don't know — yes, to be sure, I seem to — (Suddenly.) Yes! Christine! Is it really you?
MRS. LINDE.
Yes, it is I.
NORA.
Christine! To think of my not recognising you! And yet how could I — (In a gentle voice.) How you have altered, Christine!
MRS. LINDE.
Yes, I have indeed. In nine, ten long years —
NORA.
Is it so long since we met? I suppose it is. The last eight years have been a happy time for me, I can tell you. And so now you have come into the town, and have taken this long journey in winter — that was plucky of you.
MRS. LINDE.
I arrived by steamer this morning.
NORA.
To have some fun at Christmas-time, of course. How delightful! We will have such fun together! But take off your things. You are not cold, I hope. (Helps her.) Now we will sit down by the stove, and be cosy. No, take this arm-chair; I will sit here in the rocking-chair. (Takes her hands.) Now you look like your old self again; it was only the first moment — You are a little paler, Christine, and perhaps a little thinner.
MRS. LINDE.
And much, much older, Nora.
