HARVEY. [Firmly.] Alice, I protest, I do indeed—
MRS. WESTERN. Don't be so foolishly sentimental—it's ridiculous at your age. The young woman is in my employ, as governess to my children. [MARTIN comes in.] Has Miss Farren gone out yet?
MARTIN. No, madam. I believe she's in her room, dressing.
MRS. WESTERN. Ask her to come.
MARTIN. Yes, madam. [He goes.
JUDGE. [Shaking his head.] No sense of proportion, that's the truth—they've no sense of proportion.
MRS. BANKET. Tom!
JUDGE. A fact, my dear—but you can't help it. You've every quality in the world but just that—you will always look through the wrong end of the telescope.
MRS. BANKET. Really, Tom, this isn't the moment for your nonsense—and if you only knew how stupid you are when you try to be funny!
HARVEY. [Going nervously to MRS. WESTERN.] I say, I really do think—