JULIA. Here one doesn't talk of it. That's over. There are things you will have to learn.
LAURA. What I was going to say was—when I died I found my sight was much better. I could read all the cards without my glasses. Do you use glasses?
JULIA. Sometimes, for association. I have these of our dear Mother's in her tortoise-shell case.
LAURA. That reminds me. Where is our Mother?
JULIA. She comes—sometimes.
LAURA. Why isn't she here always?
JULIA (with pained sweetness). I don't know, Laura. I never ask questions.
LAURA. Really, Julia, I shall be afraid to open my mouth presently!
JULIA (long-suffering still). When you see her you will understand.
I told her you were coming, so I daresay she will look in.
LAURA. 'Look in'!