HARVEY. [Fretfully.] Really you must not suspect the servants!
MRS. WESTERN. [Turning to him.] Must not—must! That's scarcely the way to speak to me, Harvey.
HARVEY. [Deprecatingly.] My dear—
MRS. WESTERN. And I wasn't suspecting—I was merely asking a question of my brother.
JUDGE. Come, Alice, let's go.
MRS. WESTERN. [Shaking her head.] You three go. You'll excuse me.
JUDGE. [Cheerfully.] If you insist—
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?