MRS. LINDE.
Yes, anyhow I think it would be delightful to have what one needs.
NORA.
No, not only what one needs, but heaps and heaps of money.
MRS.
LINDE (smiling). Nora, Nora, haven't you learned 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, crotchet-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 over-worked 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?
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?
NORA.
Yes, that was Doctor Rank, but he doesn't come here professionally. He is our greatest friend, and comes in at least once everyday. No, Torvald has not had an hour's illness since then, and our children are strong and healthy and so am I. (Jumps up and claps her hands.) Christine! Christine! it's good to be alive and happy!--But how horrid of me; I am talking of nothing but my own affairs. (Sits on a stool near her, and rests her arms on her knees.) You mustn't be angry with me. Tell me, is it really true that you did not love your husband? Why did you marry him?
MRS. LINDE.
My mother was alive then, and was bedridden and helpless, and I had to provide for my two younger brothers; so I did not think I was justified in refusing his offer.
NORA.
No, perhaps you were quite right. He was rich at that time, then?
MRS. LINDE.
I believe he was quite well off. But his business was a precarious one; and, when he died, it all went to pieces and there was nothing left.
NORA.
And then?--
MRS. LINDE.
Well, I had to turn my hand to anything I could find- -first a small shop, then a small school, and so on. The last three years have seemed like one long working-day, with no rest. Now it is at an end, Nora. My poor mother needs me no more, for she is gone; and the boys do not need me either; they have got situations and can shift for themselves.
NORA.
What a relief you must feel if--
MRS. LINDE.
No, indeed; I only feel my life unspeakably empty. No one to live for anymore. (Gets up restlessly.) That was why I could not stand the life in my little backwater any longer. I hope it may be easier here to find something which will busy me and occupy my thoughts. If only I could have the good luck to get some regular work--office work of some kind--
NORA.
But, Christine, that is so frightfully tiring, and you look tired out now. You had far better go away to some watering-place.
MRS. LINDE (walking to the window).
I have no father to give me money for a journey, Nora.
NORA. (rising).
Oh, don't be angry with me!
MRS. LINDE (going up to her).
It is you that must not be angry with me, dear. The worst of a position like mine is that it makes one so bitter. No one to work for, and yet obliged to be always on the lookout for chances. One must live, and so one becomes selfish. When you told me of the happy turn your fortunes have taken--you will hardly believe it--I was delighted not so much on your account as on my own.
NORA.
นาง LINDEใช่ อย่างไรก็ตามผมคิดว่า มันจะงามมีหนึ่งต้องโนราห์ไม่ ไม่เพียงแต่สิ่งหนึ่งต้อง เซฟและเซฟเงินนางLINDE (ยิ้ม) โนรา โนราห์ ยังไม่ได้ความรู้สึกที่คุณได้เรียนรู้ ใน schooldays ของเรา คุณได้ spendthrift มากโนราห์ (หัวเราะ)ใช่ ที่อยู่ที่ Torvald กล่าวว่า ขณะนี้ (Wags นิ้วของเธอที่เธอ) แต่ "โนรา โนราห์" ไม่โง่ดังนั้นคุณคิดว่า นอกจากนี้เราไม่ได้รับในตำแหน่งที่จะเสียเงิน เรามีทั้งสองได้ทำงานนาง LINDEคุณด้วยโนราห์ใช่ ปลีก ปัก งาน crotchet เย็บปักถักร้อย และสิ่งชนิดนั้น (ปล่อยเสียงของเธอ) และสิ่งอื่น ๆ เช่น คุณรู้ Torvald ซ้ายสำนักงานของเขาเมื่อเราได้แต่งงาน มีไม่โอกาสส่งเสริมมี และเขาได้รับมากขึ้นกว่าแต่ก่อน และพยายาม แต่ปีแรก เขามากเกินไปทำงานเอง dreadfully คุณเห็น ต้องให้เงินเขาสามารถทุกทาง และเขาทำงานก่อน และ สาย แต่เขาไม่สามารถยืนได้ และล้มป่วย dreadfully และบุคลากรทางการแพทย์กล่าวว่า ต้องไปใต้นาง LINDEคุณใช้เวลาทั้งปีในอิตาลี ไม่คุณโนราห์ใช่ มันเป็นเรื่องไม่ง่ายที่จะได้รับ ผมสามารถบอกคุณ ก็หลังจากเกิด Ivar แต่ตามธรรมชาติเราก็ไป มันเป็นการเดินทางเยี่ยมยอดสวยงาม และได้บันทึกชีวิตของ Torvald แต่มันต้นทุนเงิน คริจำนวนมากมหาศาลนาง LINDEดังนั้น ควรคิดโนราห์มันต้นทุนประมาณสองร้อย และสิบปอนด์ ที่มีมาก ไม่มันนาง LINDEYes, 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?NORA.Yes, that was Doctor Rank, but he doesn't come here professionally. He is our greatest friend, and comes in at least once everyday. No, Torvald has not had an hour's illness since then, and our children are strong and healthy and so am I. (Jumps up and claps her hands.) Christine! Christine! it's good to be alive and happy!--But how horrid of me; I am talking of nothing but my own affairs. (Sits on a stool near her, and rests her arms on her knees.) You mustn't be angry with me. Tell me, is it really true that you did not love your husband? Why did you marry him?MRS. LINDE.My mother was alive then, and was bedridden and helpless, and I had to provide for my two younger brothers; so I did not think I was justified in refusing his offer.NORA.No, perhaps you were quite right. He was rich at that time, then?MRS. LINDE.I believe he was quite well off. But his business was a precarious one; and, when he died, it all went to pieces and there was nothing left.NORA.And then?--MRS. LINDE.Well, I had to turn my hand to anything I could find- -first a small shop, then a small school, and so on. The last three years have seemed like one long working-day, with no rest. Now it is at an end, Nora. My poor mother needs me no more, for she is gone; and the boys do not need me either; they have got situations and can shift for themselves.NORA.What a relief you must feel if--MRS. LINDE.No, indeed; I only feel my life unspeakably empty. No one to live for anymore. (Gets up restlessly.) That was why I could not stand the life in my little backwater any longer. I hope it may be easier here to find something which will busy me and occupy my thoughts. If only I could have the good luck to get some regular work--office work of some kind--NORA.But, Christine, that is so frightfully tiring, and you look tired out now. You had far better go away to some watering-place.MRS. LINDE (walking to the window).I have no father to give me money for a journey, Nora.NORA. (rising).Oh, don't be angry with me!MRS. LINDE (going up to her).It is you that must not be angry with me, dear. The worst of a position like mine is that it makes one so bitter. No one to work for, and yet obliged to be always on the lookout for chances. One must live, and so one becomes selfish. When you told me of the happy turn your fortunes have taken--you will hardly believe it--I was delighted not so much on your account as on my own.NORA.
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