LAURA. He was married to me longer than he was to Isabel.
JULIA. They had children.
LAURA. I could have had children if I chose. I didn't choose…. Julia, how am I to see him?
JULIA (Washing her hands of it). You must manage for yourself,
Laura.
LAURA. I'm puzzled! Here are we in the next world just as we expected, and where are all the—? I mean, oughtn't we to be seeing a great many more things than we do?
JULIA. What sort of things?
LAURA. Well,… have you seen Moses and the Prophets?
JULIA. I haven't looked for them, Laura. On Sundays, I still go to hear
Mr. Moore.
LAURA. That's you all over! You never would go o the celebrated preachers.
But I mean to. (Pious curiosity awakens.) What happens here, on
Sundays?
JULIA (smiling). Oh, just the same.