And how did you leave everybody? LAURA.

Why do you want me? LAURA.

She comes in occasionally to see how I'm getting on. LAURA.

I never ask questions. LAURA.

She comessometimes. LAURA.

I am going downstairs. (Mrs. James crosses the room, locks the door, and, standing mistress of all she surveys, inquires with grim humour.) LAURA.

I told her you were coming, so I daresay she will look in. LAURA.

Did he die? LAURA.

How do you do, Susan? (There follows a pause, broken courageously by Mrs. James.) LAURA.

We were going to give it to Bella, to set up house with. LAURA.

We hated her. LAURA.

I don't know, Laura. LAURA.

Martha liked going about. LAURA.

We live where it suits us, Laura. LAURA.

They all look so much older. LAURA.

To consult William's wishes, I meant. LAURA.

MY KIND DELIVERER AND MISS LAURA IV.

Didn't she open the door to you? LAURA.

(She picks up the glass, looks at it, and sets it down again) LAURA (who is examining the china on a side-table).

(He puts on his hat with a flourish!) LAURA.

Robbed of her parental prey, Mrs. James reverts to the next dearest possession she is concerned about.) LAURA.

Have you seen her? LAURA.

Did Martha send me any message? LAURA.

Well, that's settled now! LAURA.

Which room are you sleeping in? LAURA.