JUDGE. Alice!
MRS. BANKET. Oh!
HARVEY. No, no—
[These three exclamations are simultaneous.
MRS. WESTERN. There it is! She took it!
JUDGE. Are you sure?
HARVEY. [Breathless and urgent.] Alice—
MISS FARREN. [Recovering from her shock and bewilderment.] Mrs. Western, it isn't—
MRS. WESTERN. [Sternly, still holding the girl by the wrist.] You dare to pretend—
HARVEY. [Who is now at the back of his wife's chair, looking closely at the bracelet.] Let me look, let me look…. I say, Alice, you're wrong. It's not yours at all. The setting's different.