_]
Absurd. [_She sits again._
MARTIN. Into your cloak?
MRS. WESTERN. Silk! No. That'll do, Martin. You might help the others
outside. [MARTIN _goes._
JUDGE. [_With a step forward._] Now, admirable sister--
MRS. WESTERN. Didn't it strike you that Martin's manner was rather
strange?
HARVEY. [_Fretfully._] Really you _must_ not suspect the servants!
MRS. WESTERN. [_Turning to him._] _Must_ not--must! That's scarcely the
way to speak to me, Harvey.
HARVEY. [_Deprecatingly._] My dear--
MRS. WESTERN. And I wasn't suspecting--I was merely asking a question of
my brother.
JUDGE. Come, Alice, let's go.
MRS. WESTERN. [_Shaking her head._] You three go. You'll excuse me.
JUDGE. [_Cheerfully._] If you insist--
MRS. BANKET. [_Coming forward._] No, no. _Do_ come, Alice!
MRS. WESTERN. I can't--I'm so puzzled. [_With a sudden idea._] Oh!
HARVEY. [_Who is behind her to the left, between her and the_ JUDGE.]
What? Have you found it?
MRS. WESTERN. No, no--of course not. But ring, please, will you?
HARVEY. Why?
MRS. WESTERN, I want you to ring. [_He presses the bell by the
fireplace._] I just remember Miss Farren came in while we were having
coffee.
HARVEY. [_Indignantly._] Alice!
MRS. WESTERN. I asked her to write a card to Harrod's--she'll have written
it in here.
HARVEY. [_Angrily._] I say--really!
MRS. WESTERN. [_Coldly._] No need to snub me again--before our guests! I
need scarcely say I am not _suspecting_ Miss Farren--but in justice to
her--
MRS.
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