Read the passage below from A Doll’s House, by Henrik Ibsen…
Read the passage below from A Doll’s House, by Henrik Ibsen (pp. 834–890) and answer the following questions: NORA: I told you about our trip to Italy. Torvald would never have recovered if he had not gone there— MRS LINDE: Yes, but your father gave you the necessary funds. NORA:. Yes, that is what Torvald and all the others think, but— MRS LINDE: But— 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:. In the Lottery? There would have been no credit in that. MRS LINDE: But where did you get it from, then? Nora . Hm, hm! 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: . 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. Perhaps I got it from some other admirer. When anyone is as attractive as I am— MRS LINDE: You are a mad creature. NORA: Now, you know you’re full of curiosity, Christine. MRS LINDE: Listen to me, Nora dear. Haven’t you been a little bit imprudent? NORA: . Is it imprudent to save your husband’s life? MRS LINDE: It seems to me imprudent, without his knowledge, to— NORA: But it was absolutely necessary that he should not know! My goodness, can’t you understand that? It was necessary he should have no idea what a dangerous condition he was in. It was to me that the doctors came and said that his life was in danger, and that the only thing to save him was to live in the south. Do you suppose I didn’t try, first of all, to get what I wanted as if it were for myself? I told him how much I should love to travel abroad like other young wives; I tried tears and entreaties with him; I told him that he ought to remember the condition I was in, and that he ought to be kind and indulgent to me; I even hinted that he might raise a loan. That nearly made him angry, Christine. He said I was thoughtless, and that it was his duty as my husband not to indulge me in my whims and caprices—as I believe he called them. Very well, I thought, you must be saved—and that was how I came to devise a way out of the difficulty— MRS LINDE: And did your husband never get to know from your father that the money had not come from him? NORA: No, never. Papa died just at that time. I had meant to let him into the secret and beg him never to reveal it. But he was so ill then—alas, there never was any need to tell him. MRS LINDE: And since then have you never told your secret to your husband? NORA: Good Heavens, no! How could you think so? A man who has such strong opinions about these things! And besides, how painful and humiliating it would be for Torvald, with his manly independence, to know that he owed me anything! It would upset our mutual relations altogether; our beautiful happy home would no longer be what it is now. MRS LINDE: Do you mean never to tell him about it? NORA: . Yes—someday, perhaps, after many years, when I am no longer as nice-looking as I am now. Don’t laugh at me! I mean, of course, when Torvald is no longer as devoted to me as he is now; when my dancing and dressing-up and reciting have palled on him; then it may be a good thing to have something in reserve— What nonsense! That time will never come. Now, what do you think of my great secret, Christine? Do you still think I am of no use? I can tell you, too, that this affair has caused me a lot of worry. It has been by no means easy for me to meet my engagements punctually. I may tell you that there is something that is called, in business, quarterly interest, and another thing called payment in installments, and it is always so dreadfully difficult to manage them. I have had to save a little here and there, where I could, you understand. I have not been able to put aside much from my housekeeping money, for Torvald must have a good table. I couldn’t let my children be shabbily dressed; I have felt obliged to use up all he gave me for them, the sweet little darlings! In the play, Mrs. Linde is ________.