JULIA. Then I think you'd better let Hannah have them—for the sake of peace.
MARTHA (woefully). I thought I was going to have peace here.
JULIA. It will be all right, Martha—presently.
MARTHA. Well, I don't want to be uncharitable; but I do wish—I must say it—I do wish Laura had been cremated.
(This is the nearest she can do for wishing her sister in the place to which she thinks she belongs. But the uncremated Mrs. James now re-enters in widow's cap.)
LAURA. Julia, have you ever seen Papa, since you came here?
JULIA (frigidly). No, I have not.
LAURA. Has our Mother seen him?
JULIA. I haven't—(About to say the forbidden thing, she checks herself.) Mamma has not seen him: nor does she know his whereabouts.
LAURA. Does nobody know?