Laura. O that I could. For me there’d be naught but the rose, were it laid once more in my hand. But ’tis not likely to be put there, since ’tis you he favours.
Julia. But I don’t favour him.
Laura. You’ll favour him powerful well when you see him, Julia.
Julia. I’ve given my heart already, but ’tis not to him.
Laura. You’ve given your heart?
Julia. Yes, Chris has all of it, Laura. There is nothing left for anyone else in the world.
Laura. O Julia, think of your position.
Julia. That I will not do. I am going to think of yours.
Laura. [Beginning to cry.] I’m no better in my station than a serving maid, like Susan.
Julia. [Pointing.] There she comes [calling] Susan, Susan!