JULIA. Nobody that I know of.
LAURA. Well, but he must be somewhere. Is there no way of finding him?
JULIA. Perhaps you can devise one. I suppose, if we chose, we could go to him; but I'm not sure—as he doesn't come to us.
LAURA. Lor', Julia! Suppose he should be——
JULIA (deprecatingly). Oh, Laura!
LAURA. But, Julia, it's very awkward, not to know where one's own father is. Don't people ever ask?
JULIA. Never, I'm thankful to say.
LAURA. Why not?
JULIA. Perhaps they know better.
LAURA (after a pause). I'm afraid he didn't lead a good life.