Oh yes, I remember. They used to hang out washing in the garden,
didn't they?
LAURA (_very scandalously_). Julia is friends with him! They call on
each other. His wife doesn't live with him any longer.
(_Julia rises and goes slowly and majestically out of the room_.)
LAURA (_after relishing what she conceives to be her rout of the
enemy_). Martha, what do you think of Julia?
MARTHA. Oh, she's--What do you want me to think?
LAURA. High and mighty as ever, isn't she? She's been here by herself so
long she thinks the whole place is hers.
MARTHA. I daresay we shall settle down well enough presently. Which room
are you sleeping in?
LAURA. Of course, I have my old one. Where do you want to go?
MARTHA. The green room will suit me.
LAURA. And Julia means to keep our Mother's room: I can see that. No
wonder she won't come and stay,
MARTHA. Have you seen her?
LAURA. She just 'looked in,' as Julia calls it. I could see she'd hoped to
find me alone. Julia always thought _she_ was the favourite. I knew
better.
MARTHA. How was she?
LAURA. Just her old self; but as if she missed something. It wasn't a
_happy_ face, until I spoke to her: then it all brightened up.... Oh,
thank you for the wreath, Martha. Where did you get it?
MARTHA. Emily made it.
LAURA. That fool! Then she made her own too, I suppose?
MARTHA. Yes. That went the day before, so you got it in time.
LAURA. I thought it didn't look up to much.
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