MRS. WESTERN. [Staring at him.] What?
HARVEY. [Violently.] I say, No!
MRS. WESTERN. I have told the girl to leave my house.
HARVEY. My house—mine! And she shall stay in it! Or, at least, when she goes, it shall be without the slightest stain or suspicion—
MRS. WESTERN. [Scornfully.] I am not accusing her of theft.
HARVEY. But you are insinuating—I declare solemnly before you all—
JUDGE. [Interposing.] Harvey, one moment…. I am sure that Miss Farren would rather go to her room….
MISS FARREN. Yes.
HARVEY. By all means. Here, take your bracelet. [He gives it to her.]
But you don't leave this house—you understand that? I am master here.
[MISS FARREN goes quietly.