JULIA. Hush!
(RE-ENTER Mrs. James, her bonnet still on, with the strings dangling, and her cloak on her arm.)
LAURA. Julia I've been looking at your room in there.
JULIA (coldly). Have you, Laura?
LAURA. It used to be our Mother's room.
JULIA. I don't need to be reminded of that: it is why I chose it. (Rising gracefully from her chair, she goes to attend to the fire.)
LAURA. Don't you think it would be much better for you to give it up, and let our Mother come back and live with us?
JULIA. She has never expressed the wish.
LAURA. Of course not, with you in it.
JULIA. She was not in it when I came.