HARVEY. [_Who is now at the back of his wife's chair, looking closely at the bracelet._] Let me look, let me look.... I say, Alice, you're wrong. It's not yours at all. The setting's different. MRS. WESTERN. [_Angrily._] What do you mean, different? You think I don't know my own bracelet? Are you mad? I say it's mine--and it is! JUDGE. [_Stepping forward._] Alice, be careful-- MRS. WESTERN. Careful! You're as bad as he! Of course the thing's mine--I've been wearing it for weeks--and you think I can make a mistake? She found it, and took it. MISS FARREN. [_Very distressed._] No, no, Mrs. Western, really! It isn't yours! I assure you! HARVEY. Alice, I declare to you-- MRS. WESTERN. [_Roughly._] Be quiet and go away. This is no business of yours. HARVEY. [_Eagerly._] But it is! It was I who bought the wretched thing--well, I am prepared to swear that this isn't the one! MRS. WESTERN. [_A little shaken, looking at it again._] You're prepared to.... [_She lifts her head._] How can you talk such utter nonsense? There is not the least doubt--not the least! JUDGE. [_Stopping_ HARVEY, _who is about to protest violently._] Alice, mind what you're saying. You'll get yourself into trouble. If Harvey says-- MRS. BANKET. [_Contemptuously._] He's saying it to shield her, that's all. HARVEY. [_Indignantly._] I'm not. It's not true. But you mustn't bring such an accusation. It's monstrous. And I won't allow-- MRS. WESTERN. [_Drawing herself up._] You--won't--allow! The girl takes my bracelet--and you won't allow! Miss FARREN. [_Trying to free herself._] Mrs. Western, I haven't, I haven't! JUDGE. [_Impressively._] Alice, will you listen to me? MRS. WESTERN. No, I won't! This doesn't concern you, or any one, but me and this girl! Look at her--she knows! MISS FARREN. Mrs. Western, you're hurting my arm.... MRS. WESTERN. Come now--confess! I won't be hard on you if you confess-- [_She wrenches off the bracelet, and releases the girl, who staggers back, nursing her wrist._ HARVEY. [_Almost beside himself, stamping his foot._] Alice, Alice, will you hear-- MISS FARREN. Oh, you _have_ hurt me! And you've no right--to say such things.... HARVEY. No, you haven't, you haven't! MRS. WESTERN. Besides, a bracelet like that! [_She holds it up. To_ MISS FARREN.] You won't confess? Very well, then. I'll send for a policeman. HARVEY. [_Doggedly._] The bracelet is hers. MRS. WESTERN. [_Jeeringly._] Turquoise and emeralds! Hers! A coincidence, perhaps. Very likely. I'll give her in charge at once. HARVEY. The bracelet is hers, I tell you. MRS. WESTERN. [_Turning furiously on him._] You dare to say that? HARVEY. [_Steadily._] Yes. Because I myself--gave it to her. [_There is a moment's almost stupefied silence;_ HARVEY _and_ ALICE _are face to face._ MISS FARREN _to the left of her,_ MRS. BANKET _is still at the back, the_ JUDGE _by the fire._ MRS. WESTERN _breaks the silence._