NORA.
Papa didn't give us a shilling. It was I who procured the money.
MRS. LINDE.
You? All that large sum?
NORA.
Two hundred and fifty pounds. What do you think of that?
MRS. LINDE.
But, Nora, how could you possibly do it? Did you win a prize in the Lottery?
NORA.
(contemptuously). In the Lottery? There would have been no credit in that.
MRS. LINDE.
But where did you get it from, then?
NORA.
(humming and smiling with an air of mystery). Hm, hu! Aha!
MRS. LINDE.
Because you couldn't have borrowed it.
NORA.
Couldn't I? Why not?
MRS. LINDE.
No, a wife cannot borrow without her husband's consent.
NORA.
(tossing her head). Oh, if it is a wife who has any head for business — a wife who has the wit to be a little bit clever —
MRS. LINDE.
I don't understand it at all, Nora.
NORA.
There is no need you should. I never said I had borrowed the money. I may have got it some other way. (Lies back on the sofa.) Perhaps I got it from some other admirer. When anyone is as attractive as I am —
