laura. William, don't prevaricate. I am your wife, and you know it.
william. Does a wife wear widow's weeds? A widow is such a distant relation: no wonder I look indistinct.
laura. How did I know whether I was going to find you here?
william. Where else? But you look very nice as you are, my dear. Black suits you.
(But Mrs. James is not to be turned off by compliments.)
laura. William, who are you living with?
william. With myself, my dear.
laura. Anyone else?
william. Off and on I have friends staying.
laura. Are you living with Isabel?