HARVEY. Because—oh, because—well, she admired it—and she liked pretty things too….
MRS. WESTERN. I don't think you need say anything more.
MRS. BANKET. No. He needn't. It's clear enough!
HARVEY. [Eagerly.] Look here, on my honour—I am fond of her, of course, in a way—but I'm old enough to be her father—and I swear to you all—I've seen her about, of course, a good deal—and I gave her that thing—but beyond that, nothing, nothing!
MRS. WESTERN. [Sitting, and with a shrug of the shoulder.] A ridiculous fairy tale!
JUDGE. My dear Alice, take my advice, and believe your husband.
MRS. WESTERN. You too!
MRS. BANKET. All alike, when there's a pretty face!
JUDGE. Let her find another situation, by all means…. But to turn a girl out, at a moment's notice! You couldn't.
MRS. WESTERN. [Turning to the JUDGE.] You are really suggesting that I should sleep under the same roof with—