able and pulls out the drawers_.]
It is in this drawer. No, that one. This is the brooch, isn't it?
[_Holds up the brooch_.]

MRS. CHEVELEY. Yes. I am so glad to get it back. It was . . a present.

LORD GORING. Won't you wear it?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Certainly, if you pin it in. [LORD GORING _suddenly
clasps it on her arm_.] Why do you put it on as a bracelet? I never
knew it could he worn as a bracelet.

LORD GORING. Really?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Holding out her handsome arm_.] No; but it looks very
well on me as a bracelet, doesn't it?

LORD GORING. Yes; much better than when I saw it last.

MRS. CHEVELEY. When did you see it last?

LORD GORING. [_Calmly_.] Oh, ten years ago, on Lady Berkshire, from
whom you stole it.

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Starting_.] What do you mean?

LORD GORING. I mean that you stole that ornament from my cousin, Mary
Berkshire, to whom I gave it when she was married. Suspicion fell on a
wretched servant, who was sent away in disgrace. I recognised it last
night. I determined to say nothing about it till I had found the thief.
I have found the thief now, and I have heard her own confession.

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Tossing her head_.] It is not true.

LORD GORING. You know it is true. Why, thief is written across your
face at this moment.

MRS. CHEVELEY. I will deny the whole affair from beginning to end. I
will say that I have never seen this wretched thing, that it was never in
my possession.

[MRS. CHEVELEY _tries to get the bracelet off her arm_, _but fails_.
LORD GORING _looks on amused_. _Her thin fingers tear at the jewel to no
purpose_. _A curse breaks from her_.]

LORD GORING. The drawback of stealing a thing, Mrs. Cheveley, is that
one never knows how wonderful the thing that one steals is. You can't
get that bracelet off, unless you know where the spring is. And I see
you don't know where the spring is. It is rather difficult to find.

MRS. CHEVELEY. You brute! You coward! [_She tries again to unclasp the
bracelet_, _but fails_.]

LORD GORING. Oh! don't use big words. They mean so little.

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Again tears at the bracelet in a paroxysm of rage_,
_with inarticulate sounds_. _Then stops_, _and looks at_ LORD GORING.]
What are you going to do?

LORD GORING. I am going to ring for my servant. He is an admirable
servant. Always comes in the moment one rings for him. When he comes I
will tell him to fetch the police.

MRS. CHEVEL