laura. Am I not to see my own husband, pray?
julia. He didn't ever live here, you know.
laura. He can come, I suppose. He has got legs like the rest of us.
julia. Yes, but one can't force people: at least, not here. You should remember that—before he married you—he had other ties.
(Mrs. James preserves her self-possession, but there is battle in her eye.)
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?