laura. What is this place we've come to?
julia (persuasively). Our home.
laura. I think we are in Hell!
julia (going to the door, which she unlocks with soft triumph). We are all where we wish to be, Laura. (A gong sounds.) That's supper. (The gong continues its metallic bumbling.)
(Julia departs, leaving Mrs. James in undisputed possession of the situation she has made for herself.)
Curtain
