laura. It used to be our Mother's room.
julia. I don't need to be reminded of that: it is why I chose it. (Rising gracefully from her chair, she goes to attend to the fire.)
laura. Don't you think it would be much better for you to give it up, and let our Mother come back and live with us?
julia. She has never expressed the wish.
laura. Of course not, with you in it.
julia. She was not in it when I came.
laura. How could you expect it, in a house all by herself?
julia. I gave her the chance: I began by occupying my own room.
laura (self-caressingly). I wasn't here then. That didn't occur to you, I suppose? You seem to forget you weren't the only one.
julia. Kind of you to remind me.