MRS. LINDE.
Yes, and in emergencies like that it is lucky to have the money.
NORA.
I ought to tell you that we had it from papa.
MRS. LINDE.
Oh, I see. It was just about that time that he died, wasn't it?
NORA.
Yes; and, just think of it, I couldn't go and nurse him. I was expecting little Ivar's birth every day and I had my poor sick Torvald to look after. My dear, kind father — I never saw him again, Christine. That was the saddest time I have known since our marriage.
MRS. LINDE.
I know how fond you were of him. And then you went off to Italy?
NORA.
Yes; you see we had money then, and the doctors insisted on our going, so we started a month later.
MRS. LINDE.
And your husband came back quite well?
NORA.
As sound as a bell!
MRS. LINDE.
But — the doctor?
NORA.
What doctor?
MRS. LINDE.
I thought your maid said the gentleman who arrived here just as I did, was the doctor?
