MRS. WESTERN. [Roughly.] I don't care what you think. Leave me alone!
[There is silence. The JUDGE, sitting by the fire, whistles loudly "Waltz me around again, Willie!" HARVEY has gone moodily across the room and stands by the sideboard. MRS. BANKET is sitting behind the table. After a moment the door opens, and MISS FARREN comes in, with hat and cloak on, and goes straight to MRS. WESTERN. She is an extremely pretty girl of twenty.
MISS FARREN. You want me, Mrs. Western?
MRS. WESTERN. Oh, Miss Farren, I've lost my bracelet.
MISS FARREN. Really! I'm so sorry! Where?
MRS. WESTERN. I don't know. You didn't see it, of course, after we'd gone?
MISS FARREN. [Shaking her head.] No—and no one came in. I was writing the letter to Harrod's.
MRS. WESTERN. No one at all?
MISS FARREN. No—I'm sure of that. And I'd hardly got to my room when I heard the car come back.
MRS. WESTERN. Well, thank you, Miss Farren.