LAURA (who is examining the china on a side-table). Why, I declare,
Julia! Here is your Dresden that was broken—without a crack in it!
JULIA. No, Laura, it was yours that was broken.
LAURA. It was not mine; it was yours…Don't you remember I broke it?
JULIA. When you broke it you said it was mine. Until you broke it, you said it was yours.
LAURA. Very well, then: as you wish. It isn't broken now, and it's mine.
JULIA. That's satisfactory. I get my own back again. It's the better one.
(ENTER Hannah with a telegram on a salver.)
HANNAH (in a low voice of mystery). A telegram, Ma'am.
(Julia opens it. The contents evidently startle her, but she retains her presence of mind)
JULIA. No answer.