MRS. WESTERN. [Angrily.] What do you mean, different? You think I don't know my own bracelet? Are you mad? I say it's mine—and it is!
JUDGE. [Stepping forward.] Alice, be careful—
MRS. WESTERN. Careful! You're as bad as he! Of course the thing's mine—I've been wearing it for weeks—and you think I can make a mistake? She found it, and took it.
MISS FARREN. [Very distressed.] No, no, Mrs. Western, really! It isn't yours! I assure you!
HARVEY. Alice, I declare to you—
MRS. WESTERN. [Roughly.] Be quiet and go away. This is no business of yours.
HARVEY. [Eagerly.] But it is! It was I who bought the wretched thing—well, I am prepared to swear that this isn't the one!
MRS. WESTERN. [A little shaken, looking at it again.] You're prepared to…. [She lifts her head.] How can you talk such utter nonsense? There is not the least doubt—not the least!
JUDGE. [Stopping HARVEY, who is about to protest violently.] Alice, mind what you're saying. You'll get yourself into trouble. If Harvey says—
MRS. BANKET. [Contemptuously.] He's saying it to shield her, that's all.