LAURA. I don't know; I want my tea.
JULIA. Hannah is just bringing it.
LAURA. Who's Hannah?
JULIA. Our Hannah: our old servant. Didn't she open the door to you?
LAURA. What? Come back, has she?
JULIA. I found her here when I came, seven years ago. I didn't ask questions. Here she is.
(Enter Hannah with the tea-tray.)
LAURA (with a sort of grim jocosity). How d'ye do, Hannah?
HANNAH. Nicely, thank you, Ma'am. How are you, Ma'am?
(Hannah, as she puts down the tray, is prepared to have her hand shaken: for it is a long time (thirty years or so in earthly measure) since they met. But Mrs. James is not so cordial as all that.)