PAMELA. Don’t give way, John.
JOHN. Ha! Ha! I must give way. (Still dancing.)
PAMELA. But you don’t know what I gave her. I didn’t give her the real necklace. (JOHN stops dancing.) I was wearing the imitation one that cost thirty shillings.
JOHN (his spirits down to zero). You gave her the imitation one?
PAMELA. Yes.
JOHN. Are you sure?
PAMELA. Yes, I have the real one here. It has a crown on the clasp. (Shows necklace.) See! (She realizes her mistake.) John! John! I’ve—I’ve given her the real one—I remember now—I changed it at mother’s. I did change it. John, I’ve given her the real necklace! (Bursts into tears and sits R.C.)
JOHN (dances all round the room with joy, then over to PAMELA). There, there, dear, don’t go mad. It can’t be helped. We all make mistakes.
PAMELA. Something must be done. This will kill mother.
JOHN. We must chance that.