Olivia:
Here she is—
(Enter Laura)
What's wrong with you then, madam? You look sad to me.
Laura:
I don't know, Olivia, I haven't slept.
Olivia:
The people who trouble your repose may not care to restore it to you.
Laura: (defensively)
You are very good, madam, to take part in something that regards me.
Olivia:
I admit to you that I would like to see you at ease.
(Laura turns her head towards Cadwell's apartment)
How little attention you pay to what I say to you! One must be more your friend than I am—
Laura: (interrupting her) Not at all, Olivia. It seems to me I hear you—and if I were not to, should you be taking note of what I am doing?