MRS. LINDE.
He is a widower now, isn't he?
NORA.
With several children. There now, it is burning up. (Shuts the door of the stove and moves the rocking-chair aside.)
MRS. LINDE.
They say he carries on various kinds of business.
NORA.
Really! Perhaps he does; I don't know anything about it. But don't let us think of business; it is so tiresome.
DOCTOR RANK.
(comes out of HELMER'S study. Before he shuts the door he calls to him). No, my dear fellow, I won't disturb you; I would rather go in to your wife for a little while. (Shuts the door and sees Mrs. LINDE.) I beg your pardon; I am afraid I am disturbing you too.
NORA.
No, not at all. (Introducing him.) Doctor Rank, Mrs. Linde.
RANK.
I have often heard Mrs. Linde's name mentioned here. I think I passed you on the stairs when I arrived, Mrs. Linde?
MRS. LINDE.
Yes, I go up very slowly; I can't manage stairs well.
RANK.
Ah! some slight internal weakness?
MRS. LINDE.
No, the fact is I have been overworking myself.
RANK.
Nothing more than that? Then I suppose you have come to town to amuse yourself with our entertainments?
MRS. LINDE.
I have come to look for work.
RANK.
Is that a good cure for overwork?
MRS. LINDE.
One must live, Doctor Rank.
