MRS. WESTERN. No, no—of course not. But ring, please, will you?
HARVEY. Why?
MRS. WESTERN, I want you to ring. [He presses the bell by the fireplace.] I just remember Miss Farren came in while we were having coffee.
HARVEY. [Indignantly.] Alice!
MRS. WESTERN. I asked her to write a card to Harrod's—she'll have written it in here.
HARVEY. [Angrily.] I say—really!
MRS. WESTERN. [Coldly.] No need to snub me again—before our guests! I need scarcely say I am not suspecting Miss Farren—but in justice to her—
MRS. BANKET. But, Alice, she'll have gone out—you told her she might—
MRS. WESTERN. Only to her sister's close by—and she may not have gone yet. Why don't they answer the bell? Ring again, Harvey.
JUDGE. The poor things are still searching.