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 Mrs. Linden.

None.

Nora.

Nothing, nothing at all?

Mrs. Linden.

Not even a sorrow or a longing to dwell upon.

Nora.

[Looking at her incredulously.] My dear Christina, how is that possible?

Mrs. Linden.

[Smiling sadly and stroking her hair.] Oh, it happens so sometimes, Nora.

Nora.

So utterly alone! How dreadful that must be! I have three of the loveliest children. I can't show them to you just now; they're out with their nurse. But now you must tell me everything.

Mrs. Linden.

No, no; I want you to tell me

Nora.

No, you must begin; I won't be egotistical to-day. To-day I'll think only of you. Oh! but I must tell you one thing—perhaps you've heard of our great stroke of fortune?

Mrs. Linden.

No. What is it?

Nora.

Only think! my husband has been made manager of the Joint Stock Bank.