JULIA. Perhaps. That is her chair, you remember. She always sits there, still.
(ENTER Hannah with the coal.)
Just a little on, please, Hannah—only a little.
LAURA. This isn't China tea: it's Indian, three and sixpenny.
JULIA. Mine is ten shilling China.
LAURA. Lor', Julia! How are you able to afford it?
JULIA. A little imagination goes a long way here, you'll find. Once I tasted it. So now I can always taste it.
LAURA. Well! I wish I'd known.
JULIA. Now you do.
LAURA. But I never tasted tea at more than three-and-six. Had I known, I could have got two ounces of the very best, and had it when——