HARVEY. [Indignantly.] I'm not. It's not true. But you mustn't bring such an accusation. It's monstrous. And I won't allow—
MRS. WESTERN. [Drawing herself up.] You—won't—allow! The girl takes my bracelet—and you won't allow!
Miss FARREN. [Trying to free herself.] Mrs. Western, I haven't, I haven't!
JUDGE. [Impressively.] Alice, will you listen to me?
MRS. WESTERN. No, I won't! This doesn't concern you, or any one, but me and this girl! Look at her—she knows!
MISS FARREN. Mrs. Western, you're hurting my arm….
MRS. WESTERN. Come now—confess! I won't be hard on you if you confess—
[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….