BANKET. But, Alice, she'll have gone out--you told her she might--
MRS. WESTERN. Only to her sister's close by--and she may not have gone
yet. Why don't they answer the bell? Ring again, Harvey.
JUDGE. The poor things are still searching.
HARVEY. [_Firmly._] Alice, I protest, I do indeed--
MRS. WESTERN. Don't be so foolishly sentimental--it's ridiculous at your
age. The young woman is in my employ, as governess to my children. [MARTIN
_comes in._] Has Miss Farren gone out yet?
MARTIN. No, madam. I believe she's in her room, dressing.
MRS. WESTERN. Ask her to come.
MARTIN. Yes, madam. [_He goes._
JUDGE. [_Shaking his head._] No sense of proportion, that's the
truth--they've no sense of proportion.
MRS. BANKET. Tom!
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.
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