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 Nora.

We got it from father, you must know.

Mrs. Linden.

Ah, I see. He died just about that time, didn't he?

Nora.

Yes, Christina, just then. And only think! I couldn't go and nurse him! I was expecting little Ivar's birth daily; and then I had my poor sick Torvald to attend to. Dear, kind old father! I never saw him again, Christina. Oh! that's the hardest thing I have had to bear since my marriage.

Mrs. Linden.

I know how fond you were of him. But then you went to Italy?

Nora.

Yes; you see, we had the money, and the doctors said we must lose no time. We started a month later.

Mrs. Linden.

And your husband came back completely cured.

Nora.

Sound as a bell.

Mrs. Linden.

But—the doctor?

Nora.

What do you mean?

Mrs. Linden.

I thought as I came in your servant announced the doctor