Mrs. linde. 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. how has mrs. linde’s social class influenced her outlook on life? why is she happy “on her account,” instead of being happy for nora and torvald unselfishly?