JUDGE. A fact, my dear--but you can't help it. You've every quality in the world but just that--you _will_ always look through the wrong end of the telescope. MRS. BANKET. Really, Tom, this isn't the moment for your nonsense--and if you only knew how stupid you are when you try to be funny! HARVEY. [_Going nervously to_ MRS. WESTERN.] I say, I really do think-- MRS. WESTERN. [_Roughly._] I don't care _what_ you think. Leave me alone! [_There is silence. The_ JUDGE, _sitting by the fire, whistles loudly "Waltz me around again, Willie!"_ HARVEY _has gone moodily across the room and stands by the sideboard._ MRS. BANKET _is sitting behind the table. After a moment the door opens, and_ MISS FARREN _comes in, with hat and cloak on, and goes straight to_ MRS. WESTERN. _She is an extremely pretty girl of twenty._ MISS FARREN. You want me, Mrs. Western? MRS. WESTERN. Oh, Miss Farren, I've lost my bracelet. MISS FARREN. Really! I'm so sorry! Where? MRS. WESTERN. I don't know. You didn't see it, of course, after we'd gone? MISS FARREN. [_Shaking her head._] No--and no one came in. I was writing the letter to Harrod's. MRS. WESTERN. No one at all? MISS FARREN. No--I'm sure of that. And I'd hardly got to my room when I heard the car come back. MRS. WESTERN. Well, thank you, Miss Farren. MISS FARREN. It's very annoying. You're sure it's not in the car? JUDGE. My dear Miss Farren, it's not in the car, it's not anywhere, and I'm beginning to believe it never was at all. Come, Alice, let's go. We shan't see much of the play, but we can at least help the British drama by buying two programmes. MISS FARREN. [_With a light laugh--then turning to_ MRS. WESTERN _again._] Do you want me any more, Mrs. Western? MRS. WESTERN. No, thanks. [MISS FARREN _turns to go_--MRS. WESTERN, _who has suddenly cast an eager glance at her, as though attracted by something, calls her back._] Oh, Miss Farren! MISS FARREN. [_Turning._] Yes? MRS. WESTERN. I wonder whether you'd be so good as to shift this aigrette of mine--it's hurting me. MISS FARREN. Certainly. [_She comes back to_ MRS. WESTERN, _and stands by her side; as she raises her arm_ MRS. WESTERN _jumps up and seizes it by the wrist._ MRS. WESTERN. My bracelet! [_Keeping a tight hold of_ MISS FARREN'S _wrist, she holds it at arm's length. There is a general cry of amazement--the_ JUDGE _and his wife start to their feet_--HARVEY _rushes eagerly towards her._ JUDGE. Alice! MRS. BANKET. Oh! HARVEY. No, no-- [_These three exclamations are simultaneous._ MRS. WESTERN. There it is! She took it! JUDGE. Are you sure? HARVEY. [_Breathless and urgent._] Alice-- MISS FARREN. [_Recovering from her shock and bewilderment._] Mrs. Western, it isn't-- MRS. WESTERN. [_Sternly, still holding the girl by the wrist._] You dare to pretend--