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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--
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.
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