MRS. LINDE.
(smiling). Nora, Nora, haven't you learnt sense yet? In our schooldays you were a great spendthrift.
NORA.
(laughing). Yes, that is what Torvald says now. (Wags her finger at her.) But "Nora, Nora" is not so silly as you think. We have not been in a position for me to waste money. We have both had to work.
MRS. LINDE.
You too?
NORA.
Yes; odds and ends, needlework, crochet-work, embroidery, and that kind of thing. (Dropping her voice.) And other things as well. You know Torvald left his office when we were married? There was no prospect of promotion there, and he had to try and earn more than before. But during the first year he overworked himself dreadfully. You see, he had to make money every way he could, and he worked early and late; but he couldn't stand it, and fell dreadfully ill, and the doctors said it was necessary for him to go south.
MRS. LINDE.
You spent a whole year in Italy, didn't you?
NORA.
Yes. It was no easy matter to get away, I can tell you. It was just after Ivar was born; but naturally we had to go. It was a wonderfully beautiful journey, and it saved Torvald's life. But it cost a tremendous lot of money, Christine.
MRS. LINDE.
So I should think.
NORA.
It cost about two hundred and fifty pounds. That's a lot, isn't it?
