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--