JULIA (with soft effusiveness). Well, Laura!
LAURA (startled). Julia!
JULIA. Here you are!
LAURA. Whoever thought of finding you?
JULIA (sweetly). Didn't you?
(They have managed to embrace: but Laura continues to have her grievance.)
LAURA. No! not for a moment. I really think they might have told me. What brought you?
JULIA. Our old home, Laura. It was a natural choice, I think: as one was allowed to choose. I suppose you were?
LAURA (her character showing.) I didn't ask anyone's leave to come.
JULIA. And how are you?