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'!
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.