[_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._
MRS. WESTERN. [_Sternly._] You--gave--it--her?
HARVEY. [_Steadily._] Yes.
MRS. WESTERN. You ask me to believe that you gave a bracelet to--this
person--my children's governess?
HARVEY. I did.
MRS. WESTERN. An exact copy of the one you gave me?
HARVEY. I've told you--it's not an exact copy--there's a difference in the
setting.