MISS FARREN. It's very annoying. You're sure it's not in the car?
JUDGE. My dear Miss Farren, it's not in the car, it's not anywhere, and I'm beginning to believe it never was at all. Come, Alice, let's go. We shan't see much of the play, but we can at least help the British drama by buying two programmes.
MISS FARREN. [With a light laugh—then turning to MRS. WESTERN again.]
Do you want me any more, Mrs. Western?
MRS. WESTERN. No, thanks. [MISS FARREN turns to go—MRS. WESTERN, who has suddenly cast an eager glance at her, as though attracted by something, calls her back.] Oh, Miss Farren!
MISS FARREN. [Turning.] Yes?
MRS. WESTERN. I wonder whether you'd be so good as to shift this aigrette of mine—it's hurting me.
MISS FARREN. Certainly.
[She comes back to MRS. WESTERN, and stands by her side; as she raises her arm MRS. WESTERN jumps up and seizes it by the wrist.
MRS. WESTERN. My bracelet!
[Keeping a tight hold of MISS FARREN'S wrist, she holds it at arm's length. There is a general cry of amazement—the JUDGE and his wife start to their feet—HARVEY rushes eagerly towards her.