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If you are not located in the United States, you +will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before +using this eBook. + +Title: Lady Windermere’s Fan + +Author: Oscar Wilde + +Release Date: January 25, 1997 [eBook #790] +[Most recently updated: June 7, 2021] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +Produced by: David Price + +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN *** + + + + + LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN + + + A PLAY + ABOUT A GOOD WOMAN + + BY + + OSCAR WILDE + + * * * * * + + METHUEN & CO. LTD. + 36 ESSEX STREET W.C. + LONDON + + _Sixteenth Edition_ + +_First Published_ _1893_ +_First Issued by Methuen & Co. Ltd._ (_Limited Editions on _1908_ +Hand-made Paper and Japanese Vellum_) _February_ +_Third Edition_ (_F’cap_ 8_vo_, 5_s._ _net_) _September_ _1909_ +_Fourth Edition_ (5_s._ _net_) _June_ _1910_ +_Fifth Edition_ (_F’cap_ 8_vo_, 1_s._ _net_) _November 3rd_ _1911_ +_Sixth Edition_ (1_s._ _net_) _November_ _1911_ +_Eighth Edition_ (1_s._ _net_) _1912_, _Ninth and Tenth +Editions_ (1_s._ _net_) _1913_, _Eleventh Edition_ (1_s._ +_net_) _1914_, _Twelfth Edition_ (1_s._ _net_) _1915_, +_Thirteenth Edition_ (1_s._ _net_) _1916_, _Fourteenth and +Fifteenth Edition_ (1_s._ _net_) _1917_ +_Sixteenth Edition_ (5_s._ _net_) _1917_ + +_The literary and dramatic rights of_ “_Lady Windermere’s Fan_” _belong +to Sir George Alexander_, _by arrangement with whom this play is included +in this edition_. _The acting version_ (_Samuel French_) _does not +contain the complete text_. + + * * * * * + + TO + THE DEAR MEMORY + OF + ROBERT EARL OF LYTTON + IN AFFECTION + AND + ADMIRATION + + * * * * * + + + + +THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY + + +Lord Windermere + +Lord Darlington + +Lord Augustus Lorton + +Mr. Dumby + +Mr. Cecil Graham + +Mr. Hopper + +Parker, Butler + + * * * * * + +Lady Windermere + +The Duchess of Berwick + +Lady Agatha Carlisle + +Lady Plymdale + +Lady Stutfield + +Lady Jedburgh + +Mrs. Cowper-Cowper + +Mrs. Erlynne + +Rosalie, Maid + + + + +THE SCENES OF THE PLAY + +ACT I. _Morning-room in Lord Windermere’s + house_. +ACT II. _Drawing-room in Lord Windermere’s + house_. +ACT III. _Lord Darlington’s rooms_. +ACT IV. _Same as Act I._ +TIME: _The Present_. +PLACE: _London_. + +_The action of the play takes place within twenty-four hours_, _beginning +on a Tuesday afternoon at five o’clock_, _and ending the next day at_ +1.30 _p.m._ + + + + +LONDON: ST. JAMES’S THEATRE + + + _Lessee and Manager_: _Mr. George Alexander_ + _February_ 22_nd_, 1892. + +LORD WINDERMERE _Mr. George Alexander_. +LORD DARLINGTON _Mr. Nutcombe Gould_. +LORD AUGUSTUS LORTON _Mr. H. H. Vincent_. +MR. CECIL GRAHAM _Mr. Ben Webster_. +MR. DUMBY _Mr. Vane-Tempest_. +MR. HOPPER _Mr. Alfred Holles_. +PARKER (_Butler_) _Mr. V. Sansbury_. +LADY WINDERMERE _Miss Lily Hanbury_. +THE DUCHESS OF BERWICK _Miss Fanny Coleman_. +LADY AGATHA CARLISLE _Miss Laura Graves_. +LADY PLYMDALE _Miss Granville_. +LADY JEDBURGH _Miss B. Page_. +LADY STUTFIELD _Miss Madge Girdlestone_. +MRS. COWPER-COWPER _Miss A. de Winton_. +MRS. ERLYNNE _Miss Marion Terry_. +ROSALIE (_Maid_) _Miss Winifred Dolan_. + + + + +FIRST ACT + + + SCENE + +_Morning-room of Lord Windermere’s house in Carlton House Terrace_. +_Doors C. and R. Bureau with books and papers R._ _Sofa with small +tea-table L._ _Window opening on to terrace L._ _Table R._ + +[LADY WINDERMERE _is at table R._, _arranging roses in a blue bowl_.] + +[_Enter_ PARKER.] + +PARKER. Is your ladyship at home this afternoon? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes—who has called? + +PARKER. Lord Darlington, my lady. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Hesitates for a moment_.] Show him up—and I’m at +home to any one who calls. + +PARKER. Yes, my lady. + + [_Exit C._] + +LADY WINDERMERE. It’s best for me to see him before to-night. I’m glad +he’s come. + +[_Enter_ PARKER _C._] + +PARKER. Lord Darlington, + +[_Enter_ LORD DARLINGTON _C._] + + [_Exit_ PARKER.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. How do you do, Lady Windermere? + +LADY WINDERMERE. How do you do, Lord Darlington? No, I can’t shake +hands with you. My hands are all wet with these roses. Aren’t they +lovely? They came up from Selby this morning. + +LORD DARLINGTON. They are quite perfect. [_Sees a fan lying on the +table_.] And what a wonderful fan! May I look at it? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Do. Pretty, isn’t it! It’s got my name on it, and +everything. I have only just seen it myself. It’s my husband’s birthday +present to me. You know to-day is my birthday? + +LORD DARLINGTON. No? Is it really? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, I’m of age to-day. Quite an important day in my +life, isn’t it? That is why I am giving this party to-night. Do sit +down. [_Still arranging flowers_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Sitting down_.] I wish I had known it was your +birthday, Lady Windermere. I would have covered the whole street in +front of your house with flowers for you to walk on. They are made for +you. + + [_A short pause_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington, you annoyed me last night at the +Foreign Office. I am afraid you are going to annoy me again. + +LORD DARLINGTON. I, Lady Windermere? + +[_Enter_ PARKER _and_ FOOTMAN _C._, _with tray and tea things_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Put it there, Parker. That will do. [_Wipes her hands +with her pocket-handkerchief_, _goes to tea-table_, _and sits down_.] +Won’t you come over, Lord Darlington? + + [_Exit_ PARKER _C._] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Takes chair and goes across L.C._] I am quite +miserable, Lady Windermere. You must tell me what I did. [_Sits down at +table L._] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Well, you kept paying me elaborate compliments the +whole evening. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Smiling_.] Ah, nowadays we are all of us so hard up, +that the only pleasant things to pay _are_ compliments. They’re the only +things we _can_ pay. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Shaking her head_.] No, I am talking very seriously. +You mustn’t laugh, I am quite serious. I don’t like compliments, and I +don’t see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when +he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn’t mean. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, but I did mean them. [_Takes tea which she offers +him_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Gravely_.] I hope not. I should be sorry to have to +quarrel with you, Lord Darlington. I like you very much, you know that. +But I shouldn’t like you at all if I thought you were what most other men +are. Believe me, you are better than most other men, and I sometimes +think you pretend to be worse. + +LORD DARLINGTON. We all have our little vanities, Lady Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you make that your special one? [_Still seated +at table L._] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Still seated L.C._] Oh, nowadays so many conceited +people go about Society pretending to be good, that I think it shows +rather a sweet and modest disposition to pretend to be bad. Besides, +there is this to be said. If you pretend to be good, the world takes you +very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn’t. Such is the +astounding stupidity of optimism. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t you _want_ the world to take you seriously then, +Lord Darlington? + +LORD DARLINGTON. No, not the world. Who are the people the world takes +seriously? All the dull people one can think of, from the Bishops down +to the bores. I should like _you_ to take me very seriously, Lady +Windermere, _you_ more than any one else in life. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why—why me? + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_After a slight hesitation_.] Because I think we +might be great friends. Let us be great friends. You may want a friend +some day. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you say that? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Oh!—we all want friends at times. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I think we’re very good friends already, Lord +Darlington. We can always remain so as long as you don’t— + +LORD DARLINGTON. Don’t what? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t spoil it by saying extravagant silly things to +me. You think I am a Puritan, I suppose? Well, I have something of the +Puritan in me. I was brought up like that. I am glad of it. My mother +died when I was a mere child. I lived always with Lady Julia, my +father’s elder sister, you know. She was stern to me, but she taught me +what the world is forgetting, the difference that there is between what +is right and what is wrong. _She_ allowed of no compromise. _I_ allow +of none. + +LORD DARLINGTON. My dear Lady Windermere! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Leaning back on the sofa_.] You look on me as being +behind the age.—Well, I am! I should be sorry to be on the same level as +an age like this. + +LORD DARLINGTON. You think the age very bad? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Nowadays people seem to look on life as a +speculation. It is not a speculation. It is a sacrament. Its ideal is +Love. Its purification is sacrifice. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Smiling_.] Oh, anything is better than being +sacrificed! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Leaning forward_.] Don’t say that. + +LORD DARLINGTON. I do say it. I feel it—I know it. + +[_Enter_ PARKER _C._] + +PARKER. The men want to know if they are to put the carpets on the +terrace for to-night, my lady? + +LADY WINDERMERE. You don’t think it will rain, Lord Darlington, do you? + +LORD DARLINGTON. I won’t hear of its raining on your birthday! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Tell them to do it at once, Parker. + + [_Exit_ PARKER _C._] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Still seated_.] Do you think then—of course I am +only putting an imaginary instance—do you think that in the case of a +young married couple, say about two years married, if the husband +suddenly becomes the intimate friend of a woman of—well, more than +doubtful character—is always calling upon her, lunching with her, and +probably paying her bills—do you think that the wife should not console +herself? + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Frowning_.] Console herself? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Yes, I think she should—I think she has the right. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Because the husband is vile—should the wife be vile +also? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Vileness is a terrible word, Lady Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. It is a terrible thing, Lord Darlington. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Do you know I am afraid that good people do a great +deal of harm in this world. Certainly the greatest harm they do is that +they make badness of such extraordinary importance. It is absurd to +divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious. +I take the side of the charming, and you, Lady Windermere, can’t help +belonging to them. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Now, Lord Darlington. [_Rising and crossing R._, +_front of him_.] Don’t stir, I am merely going to finish my flowers. +[_Goes to table R.C._] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Rising and moving chair_.] And I must say I think +you are very hard on modern life, Lady Windermere. Of course there is +much against it, I admit. Most women, for instance, nowadays, are rather +mercenary. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t talk about such people. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Well then, setting aside mercenary people, who, of +course, are dreadful, do you think seriously that women who have +committed what the world calls a fault should never be forgiven? + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Standing at table_.] I think they should never be +forgiven. + +LORD DARLINGTON. And men? Do you think that there should be the same +laws for men as there are for women? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Certainly! + +LORD DARLINGTON. I think life too complex a thing to be settled by these +hard and fast rules. + +LADY WINDERMERE. If we had ‘these hard and fast rules,’ we should find +life much more simple. + +LORD DARLINGTON. You allow of no exceptions? + +LADY WINDERMERE. None! + +LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, what a fascinating Puritan you are, Lady +Windermere! + +LADY WINDERMERE. The adjective was unnecessary, Lord Darlington. + +LORD DARLINGTON. I couldn’t help it. I can resist everything except +temptation. + +LADY WINDERMERE. You have the modern affectation of weakness. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Looking at her_.] It’s only an affectation, Lady +Windermere. + +[_Enter_ PARKER _C._] + +PARKER. The Duchess of Berwick and Lady Agatha Carlisle. + +[_Enter the_ DUCHESS OF BERWICK and LADY AGATHA CARLISLE _C._] + + [_Exit_ PARKER _C._] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_Coming down C._, _and shaking hands_.] Dear +Margaret, I am so pleased to see you. You remember Agatha, don’t you? +[_Crossing L.C._] How do you do, Lord Darlington? I won’t let you know +my daughter, you are far too wicked. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Don’t say that, Duchess. As a wicked man I am a +complete failure. Why, there are lots of people who say I have never +really done anything wrong in the whole course of my life. Of course +they only say it behind my back. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Isn’t he dreadful? Agatha, this is Lord Darlington. +Mind you don’t believe a word he says. [LORD DARLINGTON _crosses R.C._] +No, no tea, thank you, dear. [_Crosses and sits on sofa_.] We have just +had tea at Lady Markby’s. Such bad tea, too. It was quite undrinkable. +I wasn’t at all surprised. Her own son-in-law supplies it. Agatha is +looking forward so much to your ball to-night, dear Margaret. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Seated L.C._] Oh, you mustn’t think it is going to +be a ball, Duchess. It is only a dance in honour of my birthday. A +small and early. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Standing L.C._] Very small, very early, and very +select, Duchess. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_On sofa L._] Of course it’s going to be select. +But we know _that_, dear Margaret, about _your_ house. It is really one +of the few houses in London where I can take Agatha, and where I feel +perfectly secure about dear Berwick. I don’t know what society is coming +to. The most dreadful people seem to go everywhere. They certainly come +to my parties—the men get quite furious if one doesn’t ask them. Really, +some one should make a stand against it. + +LADY WINDERMERE. _I_ will, Duchess. I will have no one in my house +about whom there is any scandal. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_R.C._] Oh, don’t say that, Lady Windermere. I +should never be admitted! [_Sitting_.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, men don’t matter. With women it is different. +We’re good. Some of us are, at least. But we are positively getting +elbowed into the corner. Our husbands would really forget our existence +if we didn’t nag at them from time to time, just to remind them that we +have a perfect legal right to do so. + +LORD DARLINGTON. It’s a curious thing, Duchess, about the game of +marriage—a game, by the way, that is going out of fashion—the wives hold +all the honours, and invariably lose the odd trick. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. The odd trick? Is that the husband, Lord +Darlington? + +LORD DARLINGTON. It would be rather a good name for the modern husband. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Lord Darlington, how thoroughly depraved you +are! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington is trivial. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, don’t say that, Lady Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you _talk_ so trivially about life, then? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Because I think that life is far too important a thing +ever to talk seriously about it. [_Moves up C._] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. What does he mean? Do, as a concession to my poor +wits, Lord Darlington, just explain to me what you really mean. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Coming down back of table_.] I think I had better +not, Duchess. Nowadays to be intelligible is to be found out. Good-bye! +[_Shakes hands with_ DUCHESS.] And now—[_goes up stage_] Lady +Windermere, good-bye. I may come to-night, mayn’t I? Do let me come. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Standing up stage with_ LORD DARLINGTON.] Yes, +certainly. But you are not to say foolish, insincere things to people. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Smiling_.] Ah! you are beginning to reform me. It +is a dangerous thing to reform any one, Lady Windermere. [_Bows_, _and +exit C._] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_Who has risen_, _goes C._] What a charming, +wicked creature! I like him so much. I’m quite delighted he’s gone! +How sweet you’re looking! Where _do_ you get your gowns? And now I must +tell you how sorry I am for you, dear Margaret. [_Crosses to sofa and +sits with_ LADY WINDERMERE.] Agatha, darling! + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. [_Rises_.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Will you go and look over the photograph album that +I see there? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. [_Goes to table up L._] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear girl! She is so fond of photographs of +Switzerland. Such a pure taste, I think. But I really am so sorry for +you, Margaret. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Smiling_.] Why, Duchess? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, on account of that horrid woman. She dresses so +well, too, which makes it much worse, sets such a dreadful example. +Augustus—you know my disreputable brother—such a trial to us all—well, +Augustus is completely infatuated about her. It is quite scandalous, for +she is absolutely inadmissible into society. Many a woman has a past, +but I am told that she has at least a dozen, and that they all fit. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Whom are you talking about, Duchess? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. About Mrs. Erlynne. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne? I never heard of her, Duchess. And what +_has_ she to do with me? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. My poor child! Agatha, darling! + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Will you go out on the terrace and look at the +sunset? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + + [_Exit through window_, _L._] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Sweet girl! So devoted to sunsets! Shows such +refinement of feeling, does it not? After all, there is nothing like +Nature, is there? + +LADY WINDERMERE. But what is it, Duchess? Why do you talk to me about +this person? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Don’t you really know? I assure you we’re all so +distressed about it. Only last night at dear Lady Jansen’s every one was +saying how extraordinary it was that, of all men in London, Windermere +should behave in such a way. + +LADY WINDERMERE. My husband—what has _he_ got to do with any woman of +that kind? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Ah, what indeed, dear? That is the point. He goes +to see her continually, and stops for hours at a time, and while he is +there she is not at home to any one. Not that many ladies call on her, +dear, but she has a great many disreputable men friends—my own brother +particularly, as I told you—and that is what makes it so dreadful about +Windermere. We looked upon _him_ as being such a model husband, but I am +afraid there is no doubt about it. My dear nieces—you know the Saville +girls, don’t you?—such nice domestic creatures—plain, dreadfully plain, +but so good—well, they’re always at the window doing fancy work, and +making ugly things for the poor, which I think so useful of them in these +dreadful socialistic days, and this terrible woman has taken a house in +Curzon Street, right opposite them—such a respectable street, too! I +don’t know what we’re coming to! And they tell me that Windermere goes +there four and five times a week—they _see_ him. They can’t help it—and +although they never talk scandal, they—well, of course—they remark on it +to every one. And the worst of it all is that I have been told that this +woman has got a great deal of money out of somebody, for it seems that +she came to London six months ago without anything at all to speak of, +and now she has this charming house in Mayfair, drives her ponies in the +Park every afternoon and all—well, all—since she has known poor dear +Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, I can’t believe it! + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. But it’s quite true, my dear. The whole of London +knows it. That is why I felt it was better to come and talk to you, and +advise you to take Windermere away at once to Homburg or to Aix, where +he’ll have something to amuse him, and where you can watch him all day +long. I assure you, my dear, that on several occasions after I was first +married, I had to pretend to be very ill, and was obliged to drink the +most unpleasant mineral waters, merely to get Berwick out of town. He +was so extremely susceptible. Though I am bound to say he never gave +away any large sums of money to anybody. He is far too high-principled +for that! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Interrupting_.] Duchess, Duchess, it’s impossible! +[_Rising and crossing stage to C._] We are only married two years. Our +child is but six months old. [_Sits in chair R. of L. table_.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Ah, the dear pretty baby! How is the little +darling? Is it a boy or a girl? I hope a girl—Ah, no, I remember it’s a +boy! I’m so sorry. Boys are so wicked. My boy is excessively immoral. +You wouldn’t believe at what hours he comes home. And he’s only left +Oxford a few months—I really don’t know what they teach them there. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Are _all_ men bad? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, all of them, my dear, all of them, without any +exception. And they never grow any better. Men become old, but they +never become good. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Windermere and I married for love. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Yes, we begin like that. It was only Berwick’s +brutal and incessant threats of suicide that made me accept him at all, +and before the year was out, he was running after all kinds of +petticoats, every colour, every shape, every material. In fact, before +the honeymoon was over, I caught him winking at my maid, a most pretty, +respectable girl. I dismissed her at once without a character.—No, I +remember I passed her on to my sister; poor dear Sir George is so +short-sighted, I thought it wouldn’t matter. But it did, though—it was +most unfortunate. [_Rises_.] And now, my dear child, I must go, as we +are dining out. And mind you don’t take this little aberration of +Windermere’s too much to heart. Just take him abroad, and he’ll come +back to you all right. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Come back to me? [_C._] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_L.C._] Yes, dear, these wicked women get our +husbands away from us, but they always come back, slightly damaged, of +course. And don’t make scenes, men hate them! + +LADY WINDERMERE. It is very kind of you, Duchess, to come and tell me +all this. But I can’t believe that my husband is untrue to me. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Pretty child! I was like that once. Now I know +that all men are monsters. [LADY WINDERMERE _rings bell_.] The only +thing to do is to feed the wretches well. A good cook does wonders, and +that I know you have. My dear Margaret, you are not going to cry? + +LADY WINDERMERE. You needn’t be afraid, Duchess, I never cry. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. That’s quite right, dear. Crying is the refuge of +plain women but the ruin of pretty ones. Agatha, darling! + +LADY AGATHA. [_Entering L._] Yes, mamma. [_Stands back of table L.C._] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Come and bid good-bye to Lady Windermere, and thank +her for your charming visit. [_Coming down again_.] And by the way, I +must thank you for sending a card to Mr. Hopper—he’s that rich young +Australian people are taking such notice of just at present. His father +made a great fortune by selling some kind of food in circular tins—most +palatable, I believe—I fancy it is the thing the servants always refuse +to eat. But the son is quite interesting. I think he’s attracted by +dear Agatha’s clever talk. Of course, we should be very sorry to lose +her, but I think that a mother who doesn’t part with a daughter every +season has no real affection. We’re coming to-night, dear. [PARKER +_opens C. doors_.] And remember my advice, take the poor fellow out of +town at once, it is the only thing to do. Good-bye, once more; come, +Agatha. + + [_Exeunt_ DUCHESS _and_ LADY AGATHA _C._] + +LADY WINDERMERE. How horrible! I understand now what Lord Darlington +meant by the imaginary instance of the couple not two years married. Oh! +it can’t be true—she spoke of enormous sums of money paid to this woman. +I know where Arthur keeps his bank book—in one of the drawers of that +desk. I might find out by that. I _will_ find out. [_Opens drawer_.] +No, it is some hideous mistake. [_Rises and goes C._] Some silly +scandal! He loves _me_! He loves _me_! But why should I not look? I +am his wife, I have a right to look! [_Returns to bureau_, _takes out +book and examines it page by page_, _smiles and gives a sigh of relief_.] +I knew it! there is not a word of truth in this stupid story. [_Puts +book back in dranver_. _As the does so_, _starts and takes out another +book_.] A second book—private—locked! [_Tries to open it_, _but fails_. +_Sees paper knife on bureau_, _and with it cuts cover from book_. +_Begins to start at the first page_.] ‘Mrs. Erlynne—£600—Mrs. +Erlynne—£700—Mrs. Erlynne—£400.’ Oh! it is true! It is true! How +horrible! [_Throws book on floor_.] + + [_Enter_ LORD WINDERMERE _C._] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Well, dear, has the fan been sent home yet? [_Going +R.C._ _Sees book_.] Margaret, you have cut open my bank book. You have +no right to do such a thing! + +LADY WINDERMERE. You think it wrong that you are found out, don’t you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. I think it wrong that a wife should spy on her husband. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I did not spy on you. I never knew of this woman’s +existence till half an hour ago. Some one who pitied me was kind enough +to tell me what every one in London knows already—your daily visits to +Curzon Street, your mad infatuation, the monstrous sums of money you +squander on this infamous woman! [_Crossing L._] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret! don’t talk like that of Mrs. Erlynne, you +don’t know how unjust it is! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Turning to him_.] You are very jealous of Mrs. +Erlynne’s honour. I wish you had been as jealous of mine. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Your honour is untouched, Margaret. You don’t think +for a moment that—[_Puts book back into desk_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. I think that you spend your money strangely. That is +all. Oh, don’t imagine I mind about the money. As far as I am +concerned, you may squander everything we have. But what I _do_ mind is +that you who have loved me, you who have taught me to love you, should +pass from the love that is given to the love that is bought. Oh, it’s +horrible! [_Sits on sofa_.] And it is I who feel degraded! _you_ don’t +feel anything. I feel stained, utterly stained. You can’t realise how +hideous the last six months seems to me now—every kiss you have given me +is tainted in my memory. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Crossing to her_.] Don’t say that, Margaret. I +never loved any one in the whole world but you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Rises_.] Who is this woman, then? Why do you take a +house for her? + +LORD WINDERMERE. I did not take a house for her. + +LADY WINDERMERE. You gave her the money to do it, which is the same +thing. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, as far as I have known Mrs. Erlynne— + +LADY WINDERMERE. Is there a Mr. Erlynne—or is he a myth? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Her husband died many years ago. She is alone in the +world. + +LADY WINDERMERE. No relations? [_A pause_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. None. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Rather curious, isn’t it? [_L._] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_L.C._] Margaret, I was saying to you—and I beg you +to listen to me—that as far as I have known Mrs. Erlynne, she has +conducted herself well. If years ago— + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh! [_Crossing R.C._] I don’t want details about her +life! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_C._] I am not going to give you any details about +her life. I tell you simply this—Mrs. Erlynne was once honoured, loved, +respected. She was well born, she had position—she lost everything—threw +it away, if you like. That makes it all the more bitter. Misfortunes +one can endure—they come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer +for one’s own faults—ah!—there is the sting of life. It was twenty years +ago, too. She was little more than a girl then. She had been a wife for +even less time than you have. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I am not interested in her—and—you should not mention +this woman and me in the same breath. It is an error of taste. +[_Sitting R. at desk_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, you could save this woman. She wants to get +back into society, and she wants you to help her. [_Crossing to her_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Me! + +LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. How impertinent of her! [_A pause_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, I came to ask you a great favour, and I still +ask it of you, though you have discovered what I had intended you should +never have known that I have given Mrs. Erlynne a large sum of money. I +want you to send her an invitation for our party to-night. [_Standing L. +of her_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. You are mad! [_Rises_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. I entreat you. People may chatter about her, do +chatter about her, of course, but they don’t know anything definite +against her. She has been to several houses—not to houses where you +would go, I admit, but still to houses where women who are in what is +called Society nowadays do go. That does not content her. She wants you +to receive her once. + +LADY WINDERMERE. As a triumph for her, I suppose? + +LORD WINDERMERE. No; but because she knows that you are a good woman—and +that if she comes here once she will have a chance of a happier, a surer +life than she has had. She will make no further effort to know you. +Won’t you help a woman who is trying to get back? + +LADY WINDERMERE. No! If a woman really repents, she never wishes to +return to the society that has made or seen her ruin. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I beg of you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Crossing to door R._] I am going to dress for +dinner, and don’t mention the subject again this evening. Arthur [_going +to him C._], you fancy because I have no father or mother that I am alone +in the world, and that you can treat me as you choose. You are wrong, I +have friends, many friends. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_L.C._] Margaret, you are talking foolishly, +recklessly. I won’t argue with you, but I insist upon your asking Mrs. +Erlynne to-night. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_R.C._] I shall do nothing of the kind. [_Crossing +L.C._] + +LORD WINDERMERE. You refuse? [_C._] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Absolutely! + +LORD WINDERMERE. Ah, Margaret, do this for my sake; it is her last +chance. + +LADY WINDERMERE. What has that to do with me? + +LORD WINDERMERE. How hard good women are! + +LADY WINDERMERE. How weak bad men are! + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, none of us men may be good enough for the +women we marry—that is quite true—but you don’t imagine I would ever—oh, +the suggestion is monstrous! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why should _you_ be different from other men? I am +told that there is hardly a husband in London who does not waste his life +over _some_ shameful passion. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I am not one of them. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I am not sure of that! + +LORD WINDERMERE. You are sure in your heart. But don’t make chasm after +chasm between us. God knows the last few minutes have thrust us wide +enough apart. Sit down and write the card. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Nothing in the whole world would induce me. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Crossing to bureau_.] Then I will! [_Rings electric +bell_, _sits and writes card_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. You are going to invite this woman? [_Crossing to +him_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Yes. [_Pause_. _Enter_ PARKER.] Parker! + +PARKER. Yes, my lord. [_Comes down L.C._] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Have this note sent to Mrs. Erlynne at No. 84A Curzon +Street. [_Crossing to L.C. and giving note to_ PARKER.] There is no +answer! + + [_Exit_ PARKER _C._] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, if that woman comes here, I shall insult her. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, don’t say that. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I mean it. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Child, if you did such a thing, there’s not a woman in +London who wouldn’t pity you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. There is not a _good_ woman in London who would not +applaud me. We have been too lax. We must make an example. I propose +to begin to-night. [_Picking up fan_.] Yes, you gave me this fan +to-day; it was your birthday present. If that woman crosses my +threshold, I shall strike her across the face with it. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, you couldn’t do such a thing. + +LADY WINDERMERE. You don’t know me! [_Moves R._] + +[_Enter_ PARKER.] + +Parker! + +PARKER. Yes, my lady. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I shall dine in my own room. I don’t want dinner, in +fact. See that everything is ready by half-past ten. And, Parker, be +sure you pronounce the names of the guests very distinctly to-night. +Sometimes you speak so fast that I miss them. I am particularly anxious +to hear the names quite clearly, so as to make no mistake. You +understand, Parker? + +PARKER. Yes, my lady. + +LADY WINDERMERE. That will do! + + [_Exit_ PARKER _C._] + +[_Speaking to_ LORD WINDERMERE.] Arthur, if that woman comes here—I warn +you— + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, you’ll ruin us! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Us! From this moment my life is separate from yours. +But if you wish to avoid a public scandal, write at once to this woman, +and tell her that I forbid her to come here! + +LORD WINDERMERE. I will not—I cannot—she must come! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Then I shall do exactly as I have said. [_Goes R._] +You leave me no choice. + + [_Exit R._] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Calling after her_.] Margaret! Margaret! [_A +pause_.] My God! What shall I do? I dare not tell her who this woman +really is. The shame would kill her. [_Sinks down into a chair and +buries his face in his hands_.] + + * * * * * + + ACT DROP + + + + +SECOND ACT + + + SCENE + +_Drawing-room in Lord Windermere’s house_. _Door R.U. opening into +ball-room_, _where band is playing_. _Door L. through which guests are +entering_. _Door L.U. opens on to illuminated terrace_. _Palms_, +_flowers_, _and brilliant lights_. _Room crowded with guests_. _Lady +Windermere is receiving them_. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_Up C._] So strange Lord Windermere isn’t here. +Mr. Hopper is very late, too. You have kept those five dances for him, +Agatha? [_Comes down_.] + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_Sitting on sofa_.] Just let me see your card. +I’m so glad Lady Windermere has revived cards.—They’re a mother’s only +safeguard. You dear simple little thing! [_Scratches out two names_.] +No nice girl should ever waltz with such particularly younger sons! It +looks so fast! The last two dances you might pass on the terrace with +Mr. Hopper. + +[_Enter_ MR. DUMBY _and_ LADY PLYMDALE _from the ball-room_.] + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_Fanning herself_.] The air is so pleasant there. + +PARKER. Mrs. Cowper-Cowper. Lady Stutfield. Sir James Royston. Mr. +Guy Berkeley. + +[_These people enter as announced_.] + +DUMBY. Good evening, Lady Stutfield. I suppose this will be the last +ball of the season? + +LADY STUTFIELD. I suppose so, Mr. Dumby. It’s been a delightful season, +hasn’t it? + +DUMBY. Quite delightful! Good evening, Duchess. I suppose this will be +the last ball of the season? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. I suppose so, Mr. Dumby. It has been a very dull +season, hasn’t it? + +DUMBY. Dreadfully dull! Dreadfully dull! + +MR. COWPER-COWPER. Good evening, Mr. Dumby. I suppose this will be the +last ball of the season? + +DUMBY. Oh, I think not. There’ll probably be two more. [_Wanders back +to_ LADY PLYMDALE.] + +PARKER. Mr. Rufford. Lady Jedburgh and Miss Graham. Mr. Hopper. + +[_These people enter as announced_.] + +HOPPER. How do you do, Lady Windermere? How do you do, Duchess? [_Bows +to_ LADY AGATHA.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Mr. Hopper, how nice of you to come so early. +We all know how you are run after in London. + +HOPPER. Capital place, London! They are not nearly so exclusive in +London as they are in Sydney. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Ah! we know your value, Mr. Hopper. We wish there +were more like you. It would make life so much easier. Do you know, Mr. +Hopper, dear Agatha and I are so much interested in Australia. It must +be so pretty with all the dear little kangaroos flying about. Agatha has +found it on the map. What a curious shape it is! Just like a large +packing case. However, it is a very young country, isn’t it? + +HOPPER. Wasn’t it made at the same time as the others, Duchess? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. How clever you are, Mr. Hopper. You have a +cleverness quite of your own. Now I mustn’t keep you. + +HOPPER. But I should like to dance with Lady Agatha, Duchess. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Well, I hope she has a dance left. Have you a dance +left, Agatha? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. The next one? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +HOPPER. May I have the pleasure? [LADY AGATHA _bows_.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Mind you take great care of my little chatterbox, +Mr. Hopper. + +[LADY AGATHA _and_ MR. HOPPER _pass into ball-room_.] + +[_Enter_ LORD WINDERMERE.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, I want to speak to you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. In a moment. [_The music drops_.] + +PARKER. Lord Augustus Lorton. + +[_Enter_ LORD AUGUSTUS.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Good evening, Lady Windermere. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Sir James, will you take me into the ball-room? +Augustus has been dining with us to-night. I really have had quite +enough of dear Augustus for the moment. + +[SIR JAMES ROYSTON _gives the_ DUCHESS _his arm and escorts her into the +ball-room_.] + +PARKER. Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Bowden. Lord and Lady Paisley. Lord +Darlington. + +[_These people enter as announced_.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_Coming up to_ LORD WINDERMERE.] Want to speak to you +particularly, dear boy. I’m worn to a shadow. Know I don’t look it. +None of us men do look what we really are. Demmed good thing, too. What +I want to know is this. Who is she? Where does she come from? Why +hasn’t she got any demmed relations? Demmed nuisance, relations! But +they make one so demmed respectable. + +LORD WINDERMERE. You are talking of Mrs. Erlynne, I suppose? I only met +her six months ago. Till then, I never knew of her existence. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. You have seen a good deal of her since then. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Coldly_.] Yes, I have seen a good deal of her since +then. I have just seen her. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Egad! the women are very down on her. I have been dining +with Arabella this evening! By Jove! you should have heard what she said +about Mrs. Erlynne. She didn’t leave a rag on her. . . . [_Aside_.] +Berwick and I told her that didn’t matter much, as the lady in question +must have an extremely fine figure. You should have seen Arabella’s +expression! . . . But, look here, dear boy. I don’t know what to do +about Mrs. Erlynne. Egad! I might be married to her; she treats me with +such demmed indifference. She’s deuced clever, too! She explains +everything. Egad! she explains you. She has got any amount of +explanations for you—and all of them different. + +LORD WINDERMERE. No explanations are necessary about my friendship with +Mrs. Erlynne. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Hem! Well, look here, dear old fellow. Do you think she +will ever get into this demmed thing called Society? Would you introduce +her to your wife? No use beating about the confounded bush. Would you +do that? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne is coming here to-night. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Your wife has sent her a card? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne has received a card. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Then she’s all right, dear boy. But why didn’t you tell +me that before? It would have saved me a heap of worry and demmed +misunderstandings! + +[LADY AGATHA _and_ MR. HOPPER _cross and exit on terrace L.U.E._] + +PARKER. Mr. Cecil Graham! + +[_Enter_ MR. CECIL GRAHAM.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. [_Bows to_ LADY WINDERMERE, _passes over and shakes hands +with_ LORD WINDERMERE.] Good evening, Arthur. Why don’t you ask me how +I am? I like people to ask me how I am. It shows a wide-spread interest +in my health. Now, to-night I am not at all well. Been dining with my +people. Wonder why it is one’s people are always so tedious? My father +would talk morality after dinner. I told him he was old enough to know +better. But my experience is that as soon as people are old enough to +know better, they don’t know anything at all. Hallo, Tuppy! Hear you’re +going to be married again; thought you were tired of that game. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. You’re excessively trivial, my dear boy, excessively +trivial! + +CECIL GRAHAM. By the way, Tuppy, which is it? Have you been twice +married and once divorced, or twice divorced and once married? I say +you’ve been twice divorced and once married. It seems so much more +probable. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. I have a very bad memory. I really don’t remember which. +[_Moves away R._] + +LADY PLYMDALE. Lord Windermere, I’ve something most particular to ask +you. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I am afraid—if you will excuse me—I must join my wife. + +LADY PLYMDALE. Oh, you mustn’t dream of such a thing. It’s most +dangerous nowadays for a husband to pay any attention to his wife in +public. It always makes people think that he beats her when they’re +alone. The world has grown so suspicious of anything that looks like a +happy married life. But I’ll tell you what it is at supper. [_Moves +towards door of ball-room_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_C._] Margaret! I _must_ speak to you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Will you hold my fan for me, Lord Darlington? Thanks. +[_Comes down to him_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Crossing to her_.] Margaret, what you said before +dinner was, of course, impossible? + +LADY WINDERMERE. That woman is not coming here to-night! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_R.C._] Mrs. Erlynne is coming here, and if you in +any way annoy or wound her, you will bring shame and sorrow on us both. +Remember that! Ah, Margaret! only trust me! A wife should trust her +husband! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_C._] London is full of women who trust their +husbands. One can always recognise them. They look so thoroughly +unhappy. I am not going to be one of them. [_Moves up_.] Lord +Darlington, will you give me back my fan, please? Thanks. . . . A useful +thing a fan, isn’t it? . . . I want a friend to-night, Lord Darlington: I +didn’t know I would want one so soon. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Lady Windermere! I knew the time would come some day; +but why to-night? + +LORD WINDERMERE. I _will_ tell her. I must. It would be terrible if +there were any scene. Margaret . . . + +PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne! + +[LORD WINDERMERE _starts_. MRS. ERLYNNE _enters_, _very beautifully +dressed and very dignified_. LADY WINDERMERE _clutches at her fan_, +_then lets it drop on the door_. _She bows coldly to_ MRS. ERLYNNE, _who +bows to her sweetly in turn_, _and sails into the room_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. You have dropped your fan, Lady Windermere. [_Picks it +up and hands it to her_.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_C._] How do you do, again, Lord Windermere? How +charming your sweet wife looks! Quite a picture! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_In a low voice_.] It was terribly rash of you to +come! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Smiling_.] The wisest thing I ever did in my life. +And, by the way, you must pay me a good deal of attention this evening. +I am afraid of the women. You must introduce me to some of them. The +men I can always manage. How do you do, Lord Augustus? You have quite +neglected me lately. I have not seen you since yesterday. I am afraid +you’re faithless. Every one told me so. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_R._] Now really, Mrs. Erlynne, allow me to explain. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_R.C._] No, dear Lord Augustus, you can’t explain +anything. It is your chief charm. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Ah! if you find charms in me, Mrs. Erlynne— + +[_They converse together_. LORD WINDERMERE _moves uneasily about the +room watching_ MRS. ERLYNNE.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_To_ LADY WINDERMERE.] How pale you are! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Cowards are always pale! + +LORD DARLINGTON. You look faint. Come out on the terrace. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. [_To_ PARKER.] Parker, send my cloak out. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Crossing to her_.] Lady Windermere, how beautifully +your terrace is illuminated. Reminds me of Prince Doria’s at Rome. + +[LADY WINDERMERE _bows coldly_, _and goes off with_ LORD DARLINGTON.] + +Oh, how do you do, Mr. Graham? Isn’t that your aunt, Lady Jedburgh? I +should so much like to know her. + +CECIL GRAHAM. [_After a moment’s hesitation and embarrassment_.] Oh, +certainly, if you wish it. Aunt Caroline, allow me to introduce Mrs. +Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. So pleased to meet you, Lady Jedburgh. [_Sits beside her +on the sofa_.] Your nephew and I are great friends. I am so much +interested in his political career. I think he’s sure to be a wonderful +success. He thinks like a Tory, and talks like a Radical, and that’s so +important nowadays. He’s such a brilliant talker, too. But we all know +from whom he inherits that. Lord Allandale was saying to me only +yesterday, in the Park, that Mr. Graham talks almost as well as his aunt. + +LADY JEDBURGH. [_R._] Most kind of you to say these charming things to +me! [MRS. ERLYNNE _smiles_, _and continues conversation_.] + +DUMBY. [_To_ CECIL GRAHAM.] Did you introduce Mrs. Erlynne to Lady +Jedburgh? + +CECIL GRAHAM. Had to, my dear fellow. Couldn’t help it! That woman can +make one do anything she wants. How, I don’t know. + +DUMBY. Hope to goodness she won’t speak to me! [_Saunters towards_ LADY +PLYMDALE.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_C._ _To_ LADY JEDBURGH.] On Thursday? With great +pleasure. [_Rises_, _and speaks to_ LORD WINDERMERE, _laughing_.] What +a bore it is to have to be civil to these old dowagers! But they always +insist on it! + +LADY PLYMDALE. [_To_ MR. DUMBY.] Who is that well-dressed woman talking +to Windermere? + +DUMBY. Haven’t got the slightest idea! Looks like an _édition de luxe_ +of a wicked French novel, meant specially for the English market. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. So that is poor Dumby with Lady Plymdale? I hear she is +frightfully jealous of him. He doesn’t seem anxious to speak to me +to-night. I suppose he is afraid of her. Those straw-coloured women +have dreadful tempers. Do you know, I think I’ll dance with you first, +Windermere. [LORD WINDERMERE _bites his lip and frowns_.] It will make +Lord Augustus so jealous! Lord Augustus! [LORD AUGUSTUS _comes down_.] +Lord Windermere insists on my dancing with him first, and, as it’s his +own house, I can’t well refuse. You know I would much sooner dance with +you. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_With a low bow_.] I wish I could think so, Mrs. +Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You know it far too well. I can fancy a person dancing +through life with you and finding it charming. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_Placing his hand on his white waistcoat_.] Oh, thank +you, thank you. You are the most adorable of all ladies! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. What a nice speech! So simple and so sincere! Just the +sort of speech I like. Well, you shall hold my bouquet. [_Goes towards +ball-room on_ LORD WINDERMERE’S _arm_.] Ah, Mr. Dumby, how are you? I +am so sorry I have been out the last three times you have called. Come +and lunch on Friday. + +DUMBY. [_With perfect nonchalance_.] Delighted! + +[LADY PLYMDALE _glares with indignation at_ MR. DUMBY. LORD AUGUSTUS +_follows_ MRS. ERLYNNE _and_ LORD WINDERMERE _into the ball-room holding +bouquet_.] + +LADY PLYMDALE. [_To_ MR. DUMBY.] What an absolute brute you are! I +never can believe a word you say! Why did you tell me you didn’t know +her? What do you mean by calling on her three times running? You are +not to go to lunch there; of course you understand that? + +DUMBY. My dear Laura, I wouldn’t dream of going! + +LADY PLYMDALE. You haven’t told me her name yet! Who is she? + +DUMBY. [_Coughs slightly and smooths his hair_.] She’s a Mrs. Erlynne. + +LADY PLYMDALE. That woman! + +DUMBY. Yes; that is what every one calls her. + +LADY PLYMDALE. How very interesting! How intensely interesting! I +really must have a good stare at her. [_Goes to door of ball-room and +looks in_.] I have heard the most shocking things about her. They say +she is ruining poor Windermere. And Lady Windermere, who goes in for +being so proper, invites her! How extremely amusing! It takes a +thoroughly good woman to do a thoroughly stupid thing. You are to lunch +there on Friday! + +DUMBY. Why? + +LADY PLYMDALE. Because I want you to take my husband with you. He has +been so attentive lately, that he has become a perfect nuisance. Now, +this woman is just the thing for him. He’ll dance attendance upon her as +long as she lets him, and won’t bother me. I assure you, women of that +kind are most useful. They form the basis of other people’s marriages. + +DUMBY. What a mystery you are! + +LADY PLYMDALE. [_Looking at him_.] I wish _you_ were! + +DUMBY. I am—to myself. I am the only person in the world I should like +to know thoroughly; but I don’t see any chance of it just at present. + +[_They pass into the ball-room_, _and_ LADY WINDERMERE _and_ LORD +DARLINGTON _enter from the terrace_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Her coming here is monstrous, unbearable. I know +now what you meant to-day at tea-time. Why didn’t you tell me right out? +You should have! + +LORD DARLINGTON. I couldn’t! A man can’t tell these things about +another man! But if I had known he was going to make you ask her here +to-night, I think I would have told you. That insult, at any rate, you +would have been spared. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I did not ask her. He insisted on her coming—against +my entreaties—against my commands. Oh! the house is tainted for me! I +feel that every woman here sneers at me as she dances by with my husband. +What have I done to deserve this? I gave him all my life. He took +it—used it—spoiled it! I am degraded in my own eyes; and I lack +courage—I am a coward! [_Sits down on sofa_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. If I know you at all, I know that you can’t live with a +man who treats you like this! What sort of life would you have with him? +You would feel that he was lying to you every moment of the day. You +would feel that the look in his eyes was false, his voice false, his +touch false, his passion false. He would come to you when he was weary +of others; you would have to comfort him. He would come to you when he +was devoted to others; you would have to charm him. You would have to be +to him the mask of his real life, the cloak to hide his secret. + +LADY WINDERMERE. You are right—you are terribly right. But where am I +to turn? You said you would be my friend, Lord Darlington.—Tell me, what +am I to do? Be my friend now. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Between men and women there is no friendship possible. +There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship. I love you— + +LADY WINDERMERE. No, no! [_Rises_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. Yes, I love you! You are more to me than anything in +the whole world. What does your husband give you? Nothing. Whatever is +in him he gives to this wretched woman, whom he has thrust into your +society, into your home, to shame you before every one. I offer you my +life— + +LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington! + +LORD DARLINGTON. My life—my whole life. Take it, and do with it what +you will. . . . I love you—love you as I have never loved any living +thing. From the moment I met you I loved you, loved you blindly, +adoringly, madly! You did not know it then—you know it now! Leave this +house to-night. I won’t tell you that the world matters nothing, or the +world’s voice, or the voice of society. They matter a great deal. They +matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose +between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging +out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its +hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose! Oh, my love, +choose. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Moving slowly away from him_, _and looking at him +with startled eyes_.] I have not the courage. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Following her_.] Yes; you have the courage. There +may be six months of pain, of disgrace even, but when you no longer bear +his name, when you bear mine, all will be well. Margaret, my love, my +wife that shall be some day—yes, my wife! You know it! What are you +now? This woman has the place that belongs by right to you. Oh! go—go +out of this house, with head erect, with a smile upon your lips, with +courage in your eyes. All London will know why you did it; and who will +blame you? No one. If they do, what matter? Wrong? What is wrong? +It’s wrong for a man to abandon his wife for a shameless woman. It is +wrong for a wife to remain with a man who so dishonours her. You said +once you would make no compromise with things. Make none now. Be brave! +Be yourself! + +LADY WINDERMERE. I am afraid of being myself. Let me think! Let me +wait! My husband may return to me. [_Sits down on sofa_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. And you would take him back! You are not what I +thought you were. You are just the same as every other woman. You would +stand anything rather than face the censure of a world, whose praise you +would despise. In a week you will be driving with this woman in the +Park. She will be your constant guest—your dearest friend. You would +endure anything rather than break with one blow this monstrous tie. You +are right. You have no courage; none! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Ah, give me time to think. I cannot answer you now. +[_Passes her hand nervously over her brow_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. It must be now or not at all. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Rising from the sofa_.] Then, not at all! [_A +pause_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. You break my heart! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Mine is already broken. [_A pause_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. To-morrow I leave England. This is the last time I +shall ever look on you. You will never see me again. For one moment our +lives met—our souls touched. They must never meet or touch again. +Good-bye, Margaret. [_Exit_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. How alone I am in life! How terribly alone! + +[_The music stops_. _Enter the_ DUCHESS OF BERWICK _and_ LORD PAISLEY +_laughing and talking_. _Other guests come on from ball-room_.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Margaret, I’ve just been having such a +delightful chat with Mrs. Erlynne. I am so sorry for what I said to you +this afternoon about her. Of course, she must be all right if _you_ +invite her. A most attractive woman, and has such sensible views on +life. Told me she entirely disapproved of people marrying more than +once, so I feel quite safe about poor Augustus. Can’t imagine why people +speak against her. It’s those horrid nieces of mine—the Saville +girls—they’re always talking scandal. Still, I should go to Homburg, +dear, I really should. She is just a little too attractive. But where +is Agatha? Oh, there she is: [LADY AGATHA _and_ MR. HOPPER _enter from +terrace L.U.E._] Mr. Hopper, I am very, very angry with you. You have +taken Agatha out on the terrace, and she is so delicate. + +HOPPER. Awfully sorry, Duchess. We went out for a moment and then got +chatting together. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_C._] Ah, about dear Australia, I suppose? + +HOPPER. Yes! + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Agatha, darling! [_Beckons her over_.] + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma! + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_Aside_.] Did Mr. Hopper definitely— + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. And what answer did you give him, dear child? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_Affectionately_.] My dear one! You always say +the right thing. Mr. Hopper! James! Agatha has told me everything. +How cleverly you have both kept your secret. + +HOPPER. You don’t mind my taking Agatha off to Australia, then, Duchess? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_Indignantly_.] To Australia? Oh, don’t mention +that dreadful vulgar place. + +HOPPER. But she said she’d like to come with me. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [_Severely_.] Did you say that, Agatha? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Agatha, you say the most silly things possible. I +think on the whole that Grosvenor Square would be a more healthy place to +reside in. There are lots of vulgar people live in Grosvenor Square, but +at any rate there are no horrid kangaroos crawling about. But we’ll talk +about that to-morrow. James, you can take Agatha down. You’ll come to +lunch, of course, James. At half-past one, instead of two. The Duke +will wish to say a few words to you, I am sure. + +HOPPER. I should like to have a chat with the Duke, Duchess. He has not +said a single word to me yet. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. I think you’ll find he will have a great deal to say +to you to-morrow. [_Exit_ LADY AGATHA _with_ MR. HOPPER.] And now +good-night, Margaret. I’m afraid it’s the old, old story, dear. +Love—well, not love at first sight, but love at the end of the season, +which is so much more satisfactory. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Good-night, Duchess. + +[_Exit the_ DUCHESS OF BERWICK _on_ LORD PAISLEY’S _arm_.] + +LADY PLYMDALE. My dear Margaret, what a handsome woman your husband has +been dancing with! I should be quite jealous if I were you! Is she a +great friend of yours? + +LADY WINDERMERE. No! + +LADY PLYMDALE. Really? Good-night, dear. [_Looks at_ MR. DUMBY _and +exit_.] + +DUMBY. Awful manners young Hopper has! + +CECIL GRAHAM. Ah! Hopper is one of Nature’s gentlemen, the worst type +of gentleman I know. + +DUMBY. Sensible woman, Lady Windermere. Lots of wives would have +objected to Mrs. Erlynne coming. But Lady Windermere has that uncommon +thing called common sense. + +CECIL GRAHAM. And Windermere knows that nothing looks so like innocence +as an indiscretion. + +DUMBY. Yes; dear Windermere is becoming almost modern. Never thought he +would. [_Bows to_ LADY WINDERMERE _and exit_.] + +LADY JEDBURGH. Good night, Lady Windermere. What a fascinating woman +Mrs. Erlynne is! She is coming to lunch on Thursday, won’t you come too? +I expect the Bishop and dear Lady Merton. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I am afraid I am engaged, Lady Jedburgh. + +LADY JEDBURGH. So sorry. Come, dear. [_Exeunt_ LADY JEDBURGH _and_ +MISS GRAHAM.] + +[_Enter_ MRS. ERLYNNE _and_ LORD WINDERMERE.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Charming ball it has been! Quite reminds me of old days. +[_Sits on sofa_.] And I see that there are just as many fools in society +as there used to be. So pleased to find that nothing has altered! +Except Margaret. She’s grown quite pretty. The last time I saw +her—twenty years ago, she was a fright in flannel. Positive fright, I +assure you. The dear Duchess! and that sweet Lady Agatha! Just the type +of girl I like! Well, really, Windermere, if I am to be the Duchess’s +sister-in-law— + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Sitting L. of her_.] But are you—? + +[_Exit_ MR. CECIL GRAHAM _with rest of guests_. LADY WINDERMERE +_watches_, _with a look of scorn and pain_, MRS. ERLYNNE _and her +husband_. _They are unconscious of her presence_.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, yes! He’s to call to-morrow at twelve o’clock! He +wanted to propose to-night. In fact he did. He kept on proposing. Poor +Augustus, you know how he repeats himself. Such a bad habit! But I told +him I wouldn’t give him an answer till to-morrow. Of course I am going +to take him. And I dare say I’ll make him an admirable wife, as wives +go. And there is a great deal of good in Lord Augustus. Fortunately it +is all on the surface. Just where good qualities should be. Of course +you must help me in this matter. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I am not called on to encourage Lord Augustus, I +suppose? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, no! I do the encouraging. But you will make me a +handsome settlement, Windermere, won’t you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Frowning_.] Is that what you want to talk to me +about to-night? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_With a gesture of impatience_.] I will not talk of +it here. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Laughing_.] Then we will talk of it on the terrace. +Even business should have a picturesque background. Should it not, +Windermere? With a proper background women can do anything. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Won’t to-morrow do as well? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. No; you see, to-morrow I am going to accept him. And I +think it would be a good thing if I was able to tell him that I had—well, +what shall I say?—£2000 a year left to me by a third cousin—or a second +husband—or some distant relative of that kind. It would be an additional +attraction, wouldn’t it? You have a delightful opportunity now of paying +me a compliment, Windermere. But you are not very clever at paying +compliments. I am afraid Margaret doesn’t encourage you in that +excellent habit. It’s a great mistake on her part. When men give up +saying what is charming, they give up thinking what is charming. But +seriously, what do you say to £2000? £2500, I think. In modern life +margin is everything. Windermere, don’t you think the world an intensely +amusing place? I do! + +[_Exit on terrace with_ LORD WINDERMERE. Music strikes up in ball-room.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. To stay in this house any longer is impossible. +To-night a man who loves me offered me his whole life. I refused it. It +was foolish of me. I will offer him mine now. I will give him mine. I +will go to him! [_Puts on cloak and goes to the door_, _then turns +back_. _Sits down at table and writes a letter_, _puts it into an +envelope_, _and leaves it on table_.] Arthur has never understood me. +When he reads this, he will. He may do as he chooses now with his life. +I have done with mine as I think best, as I think right. It is he who +has broken the bond of marriage—not I. I only break its bondage. + + [_Exit_.] + +[_PARKER enters L. and crosses towards the ball-room R._ _Enter_ MRS. +ERLYNNE.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Is Lady Windermere in the ball-room? + +PARKER. Her ladyship has just gone out. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Gone out? She’s not on the terrace? + +PARKER. No, madam. Her ladyship has just gone out of the house. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Starts_, _and looks at the servant with a puzzled +expression in her face_.] Out of the house? + +PARKER. Yes, madam—her ladyship told me she had left a letter for his +lordship on the table. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. A letter for Lord Windermere? + +PARKER. Yes, madam. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Thank you. + +[_Exit_ PARKER. _The music in the ball-room stops_.] Gone out of her +house! A letter addressed to her husband! [_Goes over to bureau and +looks at letter_. _Takes it up and lays it down again with a shudder of +fear_.] No, no! It would be impossible! Life doesn’t repeat its +tragedies like that! Oh, why does this horrible fancy come across me? +Why do I remember now the one moment of my life I most wish to forget? +Does life repeat its tragedies? [_Tears letter open and reads it_, _then +sinks down into a chair with a gesture of anguish_.] Oh, how terrible! +The same words that twenty years ago I wrote to her father! and how +bitterly I have been punished for it! No; my punishment, my real +punishment is to-night, is now! [_Still seated R._] + +[_Enter_ LORD WINDERMERE _L.U.E._] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Have you said good-night to my wife? [_Comes C._] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Crushing letter in her hand_.] Yes. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Where is she? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. She is very tired. She has gone to bed. She said she had +a headache. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I must go to her. You’ll excuse me? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Rising hurriedly_.] Oh, no! It’s nothing serious. +She’s only very tired, that is all. Besides, there are people still in +the supper-room. She wants you to make her apologies to them. She said +she didn’t wish to be disturbed. [_Drops letter_.] She asked me to tell +you! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Picks up letter_.] You have dropped something. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh yes, thank you, that is mine. [_Puts out her hand to +take it_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Still looking at letter_.] But it’s my wife’s +handwriting, isn’t it? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Takes the letter quickly_.] Yes, it’s—an address. Will +you ask them to call my carriage, please? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Certainly. + + [_Goes L. and Exit_.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Thanks! What can I do? What can I do? I feel a passion +awakening within me that I never felt before. What can it mean? The +daughter must not be like the mother—that would be terrible. How can I +save her? How can I save my child? A moment may ruin a life. Who knows +that better than I? Windermere must be got out of the house; that is +absolutely necessary. [_Goes L._] But how shall I do it? It must be +done somehow. Ah! + +[_Enter_ LORD AUGUSTUS _R.U.E. carrying bouquet_.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Dear lady, I am in such suspense! May I not have an +answer to my request? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Lord Augustus, listen to me. You are to take Lord +Windermere down to your club at once, and keep him there as long as +possible. You understand? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. But you said you wished me to keep early hours! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Nervously_.] Do what I tell you. Do what I tell you. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. And my reward? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Your reward? Your reward? Oh! ask me that to-morrow. +But don’t let Windermere out of your sight to-night. If you do I will +never forgive you. I will never speak to you again. I’ll have nothing +to do with you. Remember you are to keep Windermere at your club, and +don’t let him come back to-night. + + [_Exit L._] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Well, really, I might be her husband already. Positively +I might. [_Follows her in a bewildered manner_.] + + * * * * * + + ACT DROP. + + + + +THIRD ACT + + + SCENE + +_Lord Darlington’s Rooms_. _A large sofa is in front of fireplace R._ +_At the back of the stage a curtain is drawn across the window_. _Doors +L. and R._ _Table R. with writing materials. Table C. with syphons, +glasses, and Tantalus frame_. _Table L. with cigar and cigarette box. +Lamps lit_. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Standing by the fireplace_.] Why doesn’t he come? +This waiting is horrible. He should be here. Why is he not here, to +wake by passionate words some fire within me? I am cold—cold as a +loveless thing. Arthur must have read my letter by this time. If he +cared for me, he would have come after me, would have taken me back by +force. But he doesn’t care. He’s entrammelled by this woman—fascinated +by her—dominated by her. If a woman wants to hold a man, she has merely +to appeal to what is worst in him. We make gods of men and they leave +us. Others make brutes of them and they fawn and are faithful. How +hideous life is! . . . Oh! it was mad of me to come here, horribly mad. +And yet, which is the worst, I wonder, to be at the mercy of a man who +loves one, or the wife of a man who in one’s own house dishonours one? +What woman knows? What woman in the whole world? But will he love me +always, this man to whom I am giving my life? What do I bring him? Lips +that have lost the note of joy, eyes that are blinded by tears, chill +hands and icy heart. I bring him nothing. I must go back—no; I can’t go +back, my letter has put me in their power—Arthur would not take me back! +That fatal letter! No! Lord Darlington leaves England to-morrow. I +will go with him—I have no choice. [_Sits down for a few moments_. +_Then starts up and puts on her cloak_.] No, no! I will go back, let +Arthur do with me what he pleases. I can’t wait here. It has been +madness my coming. I must go at once. As for Lord Darlington—Oh! here +he is! What shall I do? What can I say to him? Will he let me go away +at all? I have heard that men are brutal, horrible . . . Oh! [_Hides +her face in her hands_.] + +[_Enter_ MRS. ERLYNNE _L._] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Lady Windermere! [LADY WINDERMERE _starts and looks up_. +_Then recoils in contempt_.] Thank Heaven I am in time. You must go +back to your husband’s house immediately. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Must? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Authoritatively_.] Yes, you must! There is not a +second to be lost. Lord Darlington may return at any moment. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t come near me! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! You are on the brink of ruin, you are on the brink of +a hideous precipice. You must leave this place at once, my carriage is +waiting at the corner of the street. You must come with me and drive +straight home. + +[LADY WINDERMERE _throws off her cloak and flings it on the sofa_.] + +What are you doing? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne—if you had not come here, I would have +gone back. But now that I see you, I feel that nothing in the whole +world would induce me to live under the same roof as Lord Windermere. +You fill me with horror. There is something about you that stirs the +wildest—rage within me. And I know why you are here. My husband sent +you to lure me back that I might serve as a blind to whatever relations +exist between you and him. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! You don’t think that—you can’t. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Go back to my husband, Mrs. Erlynne. He belongs to you +and not to me. I suppose he is afraid of a scandal. Men are such +cowards. They outrage every law of the world, and are afraid of the +world’s tongue. But he had better prepare himself. He shall have a +scandal. He shall have the worst scandal there has been in London for +years. He shall see his name in every vile paper, mine on every hideous +placard. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. No—no— + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes! he shall. Had he come himself, I admit I would +have gone back to the life of degradation you and he had prepared for +me—I was going back—but to stay himself at home, and to send you as his +messenger—oh! it was infamous—infamous. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_C._] Lady Windermere, you wrong me horribly—you wrong +your husband horribly. He doesn’t know you are here—he thinks you are +safe in your own house. He thinks you are asleep in your own room. He +never read the mad letter you wrote to him! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_R._] Never read it! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. No—he knows nothing about it. + +LADY WINDERMERE. How simple you think me! [_Going to her_.] You are +lying to me! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Restraining herself_.] I am not. I am telling you the +truth. + +LADY WINDERMERE. If my husband didn’t read my letter, how is it that you +are here? Who told you I had left the house you were shameless enough to +enter? Who told you where I had gone to? My husband told you, and sent +you to decoy me back. [_Crosses L._] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_R.C._] Your husband has never seen the letter. I—saw +it, I opened it. I—read it. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Turning to her_.] You opened a letter of mine to my +husband? You wouldn’t dare! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Dare! Oh! to save you from the abyss into which you are +falling, there is nothing in the world I would not dare, nothing in the +whole world. Here is the letter. Your husband has never read it. He +never shall read it. [_Going to fireplace_.] It should never have been +written. [_Tears it and throws it into the fire_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_With infinite contempt in her voice and look_.] How +do I know that that was my letter after all? You seem to think the +commonest device can take me in! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! why do you disbelieve everything I tell you? What +object do you think I have in coming here, except to save you from utter +ruin, to save you from the consequence of a hideous mistake? That letter +that is burnt now _was_ your letter. I swear it to you! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Slowly_.] You took good care to burn it before I had +examined it. I cannot trust you. You, whose whole life is a lie, could +you speak the truth about anything? [_Sits down_.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Hurriedly_.] Think as you like about me—say what you +choose against me, but go back, go back to the husband you love. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Sullenly_.] I do _not_ love him! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You do, and you know that he loves you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. He does not understand what love is. He understands it +as little as you do—but I see what you want. It would be a great +advantage for you to get me back. Dear Heaven! what a life I would have +then! Living at the mercy of a woman who has neither mercy nor pity in +her, a woman whom it is an infamy to meet, a degradation to know, a vile +woman, a woman who comes between husband and wife! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_With a gesture of despair_.] Lady Windermere, Lady +Windermere, don’t say such terrible things. You don’t know how terrible +they are, how terrible and how unjust. Listen, you must listen! Only go +back to your husband, and I promise you never to communicate with him +again on any pretext—never to see him—never to have anything to do with +his life or yours. The money that he gave me, he gave me not through +love, but through hatred, not in worship, but in contempt. The hold I +have over him— + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Rising_.] Ah! you admit you have a hold! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes, and I will tell you what it is. It is his love for +you, Lady Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. You expect me to believe that? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You must believe it! It is true. It is his love for you +that has made him submit to—oh! call it what you like, tyranny, threats, +anything you choose. But it is his love for you. His desire to spare +you—shame, yes, shame and disgrace. + +LADY WINDERMERE. What do you mean? You are insolent! What have I to do +with you? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Humbly_.] Nothing. I know it—but I tell you that your +husband loves you—that you may never meet with such love again in your +whole life—that such love you will never meet—and that if you throw it +away, the day may come when you will starve for love and it will not be +given to you, beg for love and it will be denied you—Oh! Arthur loves +you! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur? And you tell me there is nothing between you? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Lady Windermere, before Heaven your husband is guiltless +of all offence towards you! And I—I tell you that had it ever occurred +to me that such a monstrous suspicion would have entered your mind, I +would have died rather than have crossed your life or his—oh! died, +gladly died! [_Moves away to sofa R._] + +LADY WINDERMERE. You talk as if you had a heart. Women like you have no +hearts. Heart is not in you. You are bought and sold. [_Sits L.C._] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Starts_, _with a gesture of pain_. _Then restrains +herself_, _and comes over to where_ LADY WINDERMERE _is sitting_. _As +she speaks_, _she stretches out her hands towards her_, _but does not +dare to touch her_.] Believe what you choose about me. I am not worth a +moment’s sorrow. But don’t spoil your beautiful young life on my +account! You don’t know what may be in store for you, unless you leave +this house at once. You don’t know what it is to fall into the pit, to +be despised, mocked, abandoned, sneered at—to be an outcast! to find the +door shut against one, to have to creep in by hideous byways, afraid +every moment lest the mask should be stripped from one’s face, and all +the while to hear the laughter, the horrible laughter of the world, a +thing more tragic than all the tears the world has ever shed. You don’t +know what it is. One pays for one’s sin, and then one pays again, and +all one’s life one pays. You must never know that.—As for me, if +suffering be an expiation, then at this moment I have expiated all my +faults, whatever they have been; for to-night you have made a heart in +one who had it not, made it and broken it.—But let that pass. I may have +wrecked my own life, but I will not let you wreck yours. You—why, you +are a mere girl, you would be lost. You haven’t got the kind of brains +that enables a woman to get back. You have neither the wit nor the +courage. You couldn’t stand dishonour! No! Go back, Lady Windermere, +to the husband who loves you, whom you love. You have a child, Lady +Windermere. Go back to that child who even now, in pain or in joy, may +be calling to you. [LADY WINDERMERE _rises_.] God gave you that child. +He will require from you that you make his life fine, that you watch over +him. What answer will you make to God if his life is ruined through you? +Back to your house, Lady Windermere—your husband loves you! He has never +swerved for a moment from the love he bears you. But even if he had a +thousand loves, you must stay with your child. If he was harsh to you, +you must stay with your child. If he ill-treated you, you must stay with +your child. If he abandoned you, your place is with your child. + +[LADY WINDERMERE _bursts into tears and buries her face in her hands_.] + +[_Rushing to her_.] Lady Windermere! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Holding out her hands to her_, _helplessly_, _as a +child might do_.] Take me home. Take me home. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Is about to embrace her_. _Then restrains herself_. +_There is a look of wonderful joy in her face_.] Come! Where is your +cloak? [_Getting it from sofa_.] Here. Put it on. Come at once! + +[_They go to the door_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Stop! Don’t you hear voices? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. No, no! There was no one! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, there is! Listen! Oh! that is my husband’s +voice! He is coming in! Save me! Oh, it’s some plot! You have sent +for him. + +[_Voices outside_.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Silence! I’m here to save you, if I can. But I fear it +is too late! There! [_Points to the curtain across the window_.] The +first chance you have, slip out, if you ever get a chance! + +LADY WINDERMERE. But you? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! never mind me. I’ll face them. + +[LADY WINDERMERE _hides herself behind the curtain_.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_Outside_.] Nonsense, dear Windermere, you must not +leave me! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Lord Augustus! Then it is I who am lost! [_Hesitates for +a moment_, then _looks round and sees door R._, _and exits through it_.] + +[_Enter_ LORD DARLINGTON, MR. DUMBY, LORD WINDERMERE, LORD AUGUSTUS +LORTON, _and_ MR. CECIL GRAHAM. + +DUMBY. What a nuisance their turning us out of the club at this hour! +It’s only two o’clock. [_Sinks into a chair_.] The lively part of the +evening is only just beginning. [_Yawns and closes his eyes_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. It is very good of you, Lord Darlington, allowing +Augustus to force our company on you, but I’m afraid I can’t stay long. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Really! I am so sorry! You’ll take a cigar, won’t +you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Thanks! [_Sits down_.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_To_ LORD WINDERMERE.] My dear boy, you must not dream +of going. I have a great deal to talk to you about, of demmed +importance, too. [_Sits down with him at L. table_.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! We all know what that is! Tuppy can’t talk about +anything but Mrs. Erlynne. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Well, that is no business of yours, is it, Cecil? + +CECIL GRAHAM. None! That is why it interests me. My own business +always bores me to death. I prefer other people’s. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Have something to drink, you fellows. Cecil, you’ll +have a whisky and soda? + +CECIL GRAHAM. Thanks. [_Goes to table with_ LORD DARLINGTON.] Mrs. +Erlynne looked very handsome to-night, didn’t she? + +LORD DARLINGTON. I am not one of her admirers. + +CECIL GRAHAM. I usen’t to be, but I am now. Why! she actually made me +introduce her to poor dear Aunt Caroline. I believe she is going to +lunch there. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_In Purple_.] No? + +CECIL GRAHAM. She is, really. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Excuse me, you fellows. I’m going away to-morrow. And +I have to write a few letters. [_Goes to writing table and sits down_.] + +DUMBY. Clever woman, Mrs. Erlynne. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Hallo, Dumby! I thought you were asleep. + +DUMBY. I am, I usually am! + +LORD AUGUSTUS. A very clever woman. Knows perfectly well what a demmed +fool I am—knows it as well as I do myself. + +[CECIL GRAHAM _comes towards him laughing_.] + +Ah, you may laugh, my boy, but it is a great thing to come across a woman +who thoroughly understands one. + +DUMBY. It is an awfully dangerous thing. They always end by marrying +one. + +CECIL GRAHAM. But I thought, Tuppy, you were never going to see her +again! Yes! you told me so yesterday evening at the club. You said +you’d heard— + +[_Whispering to him_.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Oh, she’s explained that. + +CECIL GRAHAM. And the Wiesbaden affair? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. She’s explained that too. + +DUMBY. And her income, Tuppy? Has she explained that? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_In a very serious voice_.] She’s going to explain that +to-morrow. + +[CECIL GRAHAM _goes back to C. table_.] + +DUMBY. Awfully commercial, women nowadays. Our grandmothers threw their +caps over the mills, of course, but, by Jove, their granddaughters only +throw their caps over mills that can raise the wind for them. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. You want to make her out a wicked woman. She is not! + +CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! Wicked women bother one. Good women bore one. That +is the only difference between them. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_Puffing a cigar_.] Mrs. Erlynne has a future before +her. + +DUMBY. Mrs. Erlynne has a past before her. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. I prefer women with a past. They’re always so demmed +amusing to talk to. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Well, you’ll have lots of topics of conversation with +_her_, Tuppy. [_Rising and going to him_.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. You’re getting annoying, dear-boy; you’re getting demmed +annoying. + +CECIL GRAHAM. [_Puts his hands on his shoulders_.] Now, Tuppy, you’ve +lost your figure and you’ve lost your character. Don’t lose your temper; +you have only got one. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. My dear boy, if I wasn’t the most good-natured man in +London— + +CECIL GRAHAM. We’d treat you with more respect, wouldn’t we, Tuppy? +[_Strolls away_.] + +DUMBY. The youth of the present day are quite monstrous. They have +absolutely no respect for dyed hair. [LORD AUGUSTUS _looks round +angrily_.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. Mrs. Erlynne has a very great respect for dear Tuppy. + +DUMBY. Then Mrs. Erlynne sets an admirable example to the rest of her +sex. It is perfectly brutal the way most women nowadays behave to men +who are not their husbands. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Dumby, you are ridiculous, and Cecil, you let your +tongue run away with you. You must leave Mrs. Erlynne alone. You don’t +really know anything about her, and you’re always talking scandal against +her. + +CECIL GRAHAM. [_Coming towards him L.C._] My dear Arthur, I never talk +scandal. _I_ only talk gossip. + +LORD WINDERMERE. What is the difference between scandal and gossip? + +CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! gossip is charming! History is merely gossip. But +scandal is gossip made tedious by morality. Now, I never moralise. A +man who moralises is usually a hypocrite, and a woman who moralises is +invariably plain. There is nothing in the whole world so unbecoming to a +woman as a Nonconformist conscience. And most women know it, I’m glad to +say. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Just my sentiments, dear boy, just my sentiments. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Sorry to hear it, Tuppy; whenever people agree with me, I +always feel I must be wrong. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. My dear boy, when I was your age— + +CECIL GRAHAM. But you never were, Tuppy, and you never will be. [_Goes +up C._] I say, Darlington, let us have some cards. You’ll play, Arthur, +won’t you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. No, thanks, Cecil. + +DUMBY. [_With a sigh_.] Good heavens! how marriage ruins a man! It’s +as demoralising as cigarettes, and far more expensive. + +CECIL GRAHAM. You’ll play, of course, Tuppy? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_Pouring himself out a brandy and soda at table_.] +Can’t, dear boy. Promised Mrs. Erlynne never to play or drink again. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Now, my dear Tuppy, don’t be led astray into the paths of +virtue. Reformed, you would be perfectly tedious. That is the worst of +women. They always want one to be good. And if we are good, when they +meet us, they don’t love us at all. They like to find us quite +irretrievably bad, and to leave us quite unattractively good. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Rising from R. table_, _where he has been writing +letters_.] They always do find us bad! + +DUMBY. I don’t think we are bad. I think we are all good, except Tuppy. + +LORD DARLINGTON. No, we are all in the gutter, but some of us are +looking at the stars. [_Sits down at C. table_.] + +DUMBY. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the +stars? Upon my word, you are very romantic to-night, Darlington. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Too romantic! You must be in love. Who is the girl? + +LORD DARLINGTON. The woman I love is not free, or thinks she isn’t. +[_Glances instinctively at_ LORD WINDERMERE _while he speaks_.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. A married woman, then! Well, there’s nothing in the world +like the devotion of a married woman. It’s a thing no married man knows +anything about. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Oh! she doesn’t love me. She is a good woman. She is +the only good woman I have ever met in my life. + +CECIL GRAHAM. The only good woman you have ever met in your life? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Yes! + +CECIL GRAHAM. [_Lighting a cigarette_.] Well, you are a lucky fellow! +Why, I have met hundreds of good women. I never seem to meet any but +good women. The world is perfectly packed with good women. To know them +is a middle-class education. + +LORD DARLINGTON. This woman has purity and innocence. She has +everything we men have lost. + +CECIL GRAHAM. My dear fellow, what on earth should we men do going about +with purity and innocence? A carefully thought-out buttonhole is much +more effective. + +DUMBY. She doesn’t really love you then? + +LORD DARLINGTON. No, she does not! + +DUMBY. I congratulate you, my dear fellow. In this world there are only +two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is +getting it. The last is much the worst; the last is a real tragedy! But +I am interested to hear she does not love you. How long could you love a +woman who didn’t love you, Cecil? + +CECIL GRAHAM. A woman who didn’t love me? Oh, all my life! + +DUMBY. So could I. But it’s so difficult to meet one. + +LORD DARLINGTON. How can you be so conceited, DUMBY? + +DUMBY. I didn’t say it as a matter of conceit. I said it as a matter of +regret. I have been wildly, madly adored. I am sorry I have. It has +been an immense nuisance. I should like to be allowed a little time to +myself now and then. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_Looking round_.] Time to educate yourself, I suppose. + +DUMBY. No, time to forget all I have learned. That is much more +important, dear Tuppy. [LORD AUGUSTUS _moves uneasily in his chair_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. What cynics you fellows are! + +CECIL GRAHAM. What is a cynic? [_Sitting on the back of the sofa_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. A man who knows the price of everything and the value +of nothing. + +CECIL GRAHAM. And a sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who +sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn’t know the market price of +any single thing. + +LORD DARLINGTON. You always amuse me, Cecil. You talk as if you were a +man of experience. + +CECIL GRAHAM. I am. [_Moves up to front off fireplace_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. You are far too young! + +CECIL GRAHAM. That is a great error. Experience is a question of +instinct about life. I have got it. Tuppy hasn’t. Experience is the +name Tuppy gives to his mistakes. That is all. [LORD AUGUSTUS _looks +round indignantly_.] + +DUMBY. Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes. + +CECIL GRAHAM. [_Standing with his back to the fireplace_.] One +shouldn’t commit any. [_Sees_ LADY WINDERMERE’S _fan on sofa_.] + +DUMBY. Life would be very dull without them. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Of course you are quite faithful to this woman you are in +love with, Darlington, to this good woman? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Cecil, if one really loves a woman, all other women in +the world become absolutely meaningless to one. Love changes one—_I_ am +changed. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Dear me! How very interesting! Tuppy, I want to talk to +you. [LORD AUGUSTUS _takes no notice_.] + +DUMBY. It’s no use talking to Tuppy. You might just as well talk to a +brick wall. + +CECIL GRAHAM. But I like talking to a brick wall—it’s the only thing in +the world that never contradicts me! Tuppy! + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Well, what is it? What is it? [_Rising and going over +to_ CECIL GRAHAM.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. Come over here. I want you particularly. [_Aside_.] +Darlington has been moralising and talking about the purity of love, and +that sort of thing, and he has got some woman in his rooms all the time. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. No, really! really! + +CECIL GRAHAM. [_In a low voice_.] Yes, here is her fan. [_Points to +the fan_.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_Chuckling_.] By Jove! By Jove! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Up by door_.] I am really off now, Lord Darlington. +I am sorry you are leaving England so soon. Pray call on us when you +come back! My wife and I will be charmed to see you! + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Upstage with_ LORD WINDERMERE.] I am afraid I shall +be away for many years. Good-night! + +CECIL GRAHAM. Arthur! + +LORD WINDERMERE. What? + +CECIL GRAHAM. I want to speak to you for a moment. No, do come! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Putting on his coat_.] I can’t—I’m off! + +CECIL GRAHAM. It is something very particular. It will interest you +enormously. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Smiling_.] It is some of your nonsense, Cecil. + +CECIL GRAHAM. It isn’t! It isn’t really. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_Going to him_.] My dear fellow, you mustn’t go yet. I +have a lot to talk to you about. And Cecil has something to show you. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Walking over_.] Well, what is it? + +CECIL GRAHAM. Darlington has got a woman here in his rooms. Here is her +fan. Amusing, isn’t it? [_A pause_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Good God! [_Seizes the fan_—DUMBY _rises_.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. What is the matter? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington! + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Turning round_.] Yes! + +LORD WINDERMERE. What is my wife’s fan doing here in your rooms? Hands +off, Cecil. Don’t touch me. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Your wife’s fan? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, here it is! + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Walking towards him_.] I don’t know! + +LORD WINDERMERE. You must know. I demand an explanation. Don’t hold +me, you fool. [_To_ CECIL GRAHAM.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [_Aside_.] She is here after all! + +LORD WINDERMERE. Speak, sir! Why is my wife’s fan here? Answer me! By +God! I’ll search your rooms, and if my wife’s here, I’ll— [_Moves_.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. You shall not search my rooms. You have no right to do +so. I forbid you! + +LORD WINDERMERE. You scoundrel! I’ll not leave your room till I have +searched every corner of it! What moves behind that curtain? [_Rushes +towards the curtain C._] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Enters behind R._] Lord Windermere! + +LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne! + +[_Every one starts and turns round_. LADY WINDERMERE _slips out from +behind the curtain and glides from the room L._] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I am afraid I took your wife’s fan in mistake for my own, +when I was leaving your house to-night. I am so sorry. [_Takes fan from +him_. LORD WINDERMERE _looks at her in contempt_. LORD DARLINGTON _in +mingled astonishment and anger_. LORD AUGUSTUS _turns away_. _The other +men smile at each other_.] + + ACT DROP. + + + + +FOURTH ACT + + + SCENE—Same as in Act I. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Lying on sofa_.] How can I tell him? I can’t tell +him. It would kill me. I wonder what happened after I escaped from that +horrible room. Perhaps she told them the true reason of her being there, +and the real meaning of that—fatal fan of mine. Oh, if he knows—how can +I look him in the face again? He would never forgive me. [_Touches +bell_.] How securely one thinks one lives—out of reach of temptation, +sin, folly. And then suddenly—Oh! Life is terrible. It rules us, we do +not rule it. + +[_Enter_ ROSALIE _R._] + +ROSALIE. Did your ladyship ring for me? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Have you found out at what time Lord Windermere +came in last night? + +ROSALIE. His lordship did not come in till five o’clock. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Five o’clock? He knocked at my door this morning, +didn’t he? + +ROSALIE. Yes, my lady—at half-past nine. I told him your ladyship was +not awake yet. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Did he say anything? + +ROSALIE. Something about your ladyship’s fan. I didn’t quite catch what +his lordship said. Has the fan been lost, my lady? I can’t find it, and +Parker says it was not left in any of the rooms. He has looked in all of +them and on the terrace as well. + +LADY WINDERMERE. It doesn’t matter. Tell Parker not to trouble. That +will do. + + [_Exit_ ROSALIE.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Rising_.] She is sure to tell him. I can fancy a +person doing a wonderful act of self-sacrifice, doing it spontaneously, +recklessly, nobly—and afterwards finding out that it costs too much. Why +should she hesitate between her ruin and mine? . . . How strange! I +would have publicly disgraced her in my own house. She accepts public +disgrace in the house of another to save me. . . . There is a bitter +irony in things, a bitter irony in the way we talk of good and bad women. +. . . Oh, what a lesson! and what a pity that in life we only get our +lessons when they are of no use to us! For even if she doesn’t tell, I +must. Oh! the shame of it, the shame of it. To tell it is to live +through it all again. Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are +the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . . . Oh! +[_Starts as_ LORD WINDERMERE _enters_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Kisses her_.] Margaret—how pale you look! + +LADY WINDERMERE. I slept very badly. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Sitting on sofa with her_.] I am so sorry. I came +in dreadfully late, and didn’t like to wake you. You are crying, dear. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, I am crying, for I have something to tell you, +Arthur. + +LORD WINDERMERE. My dear child, you are not well. You’ve been doing too +much. Let us go away to the country. You’ll be all right at Selby. The +season is almost over. There is no use staying on. Poor darling! We’ll +go away to-day, if you like. [_Rises_.] We can easily catch the 3.40. +I’ll send a wire to Fannen. [_Crosses and sits down at table to write a +telegram_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes; let us go away to-day. No; I can’t go to-day, +Arthur. There is some one I must see before I leave town—some one who +has been kind to me. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Rising and leaning over sofa_.] Kind to you? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Far more than that. [_Rises and goes to him_.] I will +tell you, Arthur, but only love me, love me as you used to love me. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Used to? You are not thinking of that wretched woman +who came here last night? [_Coming round and sitting R. of her_.] You +don’t still imagine—no, you couldn’t. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I don’t. I know now I was wrong and foolish. + +LORD WINDERMERE. It was very good of you to receive her last night—but +you are never to see her again. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you say that? [_A pause_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Holding her hand_.] Margaret, I thought Mrs. Erlynne +was a woman more sinned against than sinning, as the phrase goes. I +thought she wanted to be good, to get back into a place that she had lost +by a moment’s folly, to lead again a decent life. I believed what she +told me—I was mistaken in her. She is bad—as bad as a woman can be. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, Arthur, don’t talk so bitterly about any woman. +I don’t think now that people can be divided into the good and the bad as +though they were two separate races or creations. What are called good +women may have terrible things in them, mad moods of recklessness, +assertion, jealousy, sin. Bad women, as they are termed, may have in +them sorrow, repentance, pity, sacrifice. And I don’t think Mrs. Erlynne +a bad woman—I know she’s not. + +LORD WINDERMERE. My dear child, the woman’s impossible. No matter what +harm she tries to do us, you must never see her again. She is +inadmissible anywhere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. But I want to see her. I want her to come here. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Never! + +LADY WINDERMERE. She came here once as _your_ guest. She must come now +as _mine_. That is but fair. + +LORD WINDERMERE. She should never have come here. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Rising_.] It is too late, Arthur, to say that now. +[_Moves away_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Rising_.] Margaret, if you knew where Mrs. Erlynne +went last night, after she left this house, you would not sit in the same +room with her. It was absolutely shameless, the whole thing. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, I can’t bear it any longer. I must tell you. +Last night— + +[_Enter_ PARKER _with a tray on which lie_ LADY WINDERMERE’S _fan and a +card_.] + +PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne has called to return your ladyship’s fan which she +took away by mistake last night. Mrs. Erlynne has written a message on +the card. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, ask Mrs. Erlynne to be kind enough to come up. +[_Reads card_.] Say I shall be very glad to see her. + + [_Exit_ PARKER.] + +She wants to see me, Arthur. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Takes card and looks at it_.] Margaret, I _beg_ you +not to. Let me see her first, at any rate. She’s a very dangerous +woman. She is the most dangerous woman I know. You don’t realise what +you’re doing. + +LADY WINDERMERE. It is right that I should see her. + +LORD WINDERMERE. My child, you may be on the brink of a great sorrow. +Don’t go to meet it. It is absolutely necessary that I should see her +before you do. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why should it be necessary? + +[_Enter_ PARKER.] + +PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne. + +[_Enter_ MRS. ERLYNNE.] + + [_Exit_ PARKER.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. How do you do, Lady Windermere? [_To_ LORD WINDERMERE.] +How do you do? Do you know, Lady Windermere, I am so sorry about your +fan. I can’t imagine how I made such a silly mistake. Most stupid of +me. And as I was driving in your direction, I thought I would take the +opportunity of returning your property in person with many apologies for +my carelessness, and of bidding you good-bye. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Good-bye? [_Moves towards sofa with_ MRS. ERLYNNE _and +sits down beside her_.] Are you going away, then, Mrs. Erlynne? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes; I am going to live abroad again. The English climate +doesn’t suit me. My—heart is affected here, and that I don’t like. I +prefer living in the south. London is too full of fogs and—and serious +people, Lord Windermere. Whether the fogs produce the serious people or +whether the serious people produce the fogs, I don’t know, but the whole +thing rather gets on my nerves, and so I’m leaving this afternoon by the +Club Train. + +LADY WINDERMERE. This afternoon? But I wanted so much to come and see +you. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. How kind of you! But I am afraid I have to go. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Shall I never see you again, Mrs. Erlynne? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I am afraid not. Our lives lie too far apart. But there +is a little thing I would like you to do for me. I want a photograph of +you, Lady Windermere—would you give me one? You don’t know how gratified +I should be. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, with pleasure. There is one on that table. I’ll +show it to you. [_Goes across to the table_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Coming up to_ MRS. ERLYNNE _and speaking in a low +voice_.] It is monstrous your intruding yourself here after your conduct +last night. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_With an amused smile_.] My dear Windermere, manners +before morals! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Returning_.] I’m afraid it is very flattering—I am +not so pretty as that. [_Showing photograph_.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You are much prettier. But haven’t you got one of +yourself with your little boy? + +LADY WINDERMERE. I have. Would you prefer one of those? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I’ll go and get it for you, if you’ll excuse me for a +moment. I have one upstairs. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. So sorry, Lady Windermere, to give you so much trouble. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Moves to door R._] No trouble at all, Mrs. Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Thanks so much. + +[_Exit_ LADY WINDERMERE _R._] You seem rather out of temper this +morning, Windermere. Why should you be? Margaret and I get on +charmingly together. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I can’t bear to see you with her. Besides, you have +not told me the truth, Mrs. Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I have not told _her_ the truth, you mean. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Standing C._] I sometimes wish you had. I should +have been spared then the misery, the anxiety, the annoyance of the last +six months. But rather than my wife should know—that the mother whom she +was taught to consider as dead, the mother whom she has mourned as dead, +is living—a divorced woman, going about under an assumed name, a bad +woman preying upon life, as I know you now to be—rather than that, I was +ready to supply you with money to pay bill after bill, extravagance after +extravagance, to risk what occurred yesterday, the first quarrel I have +ever had with my wife. You don’t understand what that means to me. How +could you? But I tell you that the only bitter words that ever came from +those sweet lips of hers were on your account, and I hate to see you next +her. You sully the innocence that is in her. [_Moves L.C._] And then I +used to think that with all your faults you were frank and honest. You +are not. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Why do you say that? + +LORD WINDERMERE. You made me get you an invitation to my wife’s ball. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. For my daughter’s ball—yes. + +LORD WINDERMERE. You came, and within an hour of your leaving the house +you are found in a man’s rooms—you are disgraced before every one. +[_Goes up stage C._] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Turning round on her_.] Therefore I have a right to +look upon you as what you are—a worthless, vicious woman. I have the +right to tell you never to enter this house, never to attempt to come +near my wife— + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Coldly_.] My daughter, you mean. + +LORD WINDERMERE. You have no right to claim her as your daughter. You +left her, abandoned her when she was but a child in the cradle, abandoned +her for your lover, who abandoned you in turn. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Rising_.] Do you count that to his credit, Lord +Windermere—or to mine? + +LORD WINDERMERE. To his, now that I know you. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Take care—you had better be careful. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Oh, I am not going to mince words for you. I know you +thoroughly. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Looks steadily at him_.] I question that. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I _do_ know you. For twenty years of your life you +lived without your child, without a thought of your child. One day you +read in the papers that she had married a rich man. You saw your hideous +chance. You knew that to spare her the ignominy of learning that a woman +like you was her mother, I would endure anything. You began your +blackmailing. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Shrugging her shoulders_.] Don’t use ugly words, +Windermere. They are vulgar. I saw my chance, it is true, and took it. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, you took it—and spoiled it all last night by being +found out. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_With a strange smile_.] You are quite right, I spoiled +it all last night. + +LORD WINDERMERE. And as for your blunder in taking my wife’s fan from +here and then leaving it about in Darlington’s rooms, it is unpardonable. +I can’t bear the sight of it now. I shall never let my wife use it +again. The thing is soiled for me. You should have kept it and not +brought it back. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I think I shall keep it. [_Goes up_.] It’s extremely +pretty. [_Takes up fan_.] I shall ask Margaret to give it to me. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I hope my wife will give it you. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, I’m sure she will have no objection. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I wish that at the same time she would give you a +miniature she kisses every night before she prays—It’s the miniature of a +young innocent-looking girl with beautiful _dark_ hair. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Ah, yes, I remember. How long ago that seems! [_Goes to +sofa and sits down_.] It was done before I was married. Dark hair and +an innocent expression were the fashion then, Windermere! [_A pause_.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. What do you mean by coming here this morning? What is +your object? [_Crossing L.C. and sitting_.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_With a note of irony in her voice_.] To bid good-bye to +my dear daughter, of course. [LORD WINDERMERE _bites his under lip in +anger_. MRS. ERLYNNE _looks at him_, _and her voice and manner become +serious_. _In her accents as she talks there is a note of deep tragedy_. +_For a moment she reveals herself_.] Oh, don’t imagine I am going to +have a pathetic scene with her, weep on her neck and tell her who I am, +and all that kind of thing. I have no ambition to play the part of a +mother. Only once in my life have I known a mother’s feelings. That was +last night. They were terrible—they made me suffer—they made me suffer +too much. For twenty years, as you say, I have lived childless,—I want +to live childless still. [_Hiding her feelings with a trivial laugh_.] +Besides, my dear Windermere, how on earth could I pose as a mother with a +grown-up daughter? Margaret is twenty-one, and I have never admitted +that I am more than twenty-nine, or thirty at the most. Twenty-nine when +there are pink shades, thirty when there are not. So you see what +difficulties it would involve. No, as far as I am concerned, let your +wife cherish the memory of this dead, stainless mother. Why should I +interfere with her illusions? I find it hard enough to keep my own. I +lost one illusion last night. I thought I had no heart. I find I have, +and a heart doesn’t suit me, Windermere. Somehow it doesn’t go with +modern dress. It makes one look old. [_Takes up hand-mirror from table +and looks into it_.] And it spoils one’s career at critical moments. + +LORD WINDERMERE. You fill me with horror—with absolute horror. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Rising_.] I suppose, Windermere, you would like me to +retire into a convent, or become a hospital nurse, or something of that +kind, as people do in silly modern novels. That is stupid of you, +Arthur; in real life we don’t do such things—not as long as we have any +good looks left, at any rate. No—what consoles one nowadays is not +repentance, but pleasure. Repentance is quite out of date. And besides, +if a woman really repents, she has to go to a bad dressmaker, otherwise +no one believes in her. And nothing in the world would induce me to do +that. No; I am going to pass entirely out of your two lives. My coming +into them has been a mistake—I discovered that last night. + +LORD WINDERMERE. A fatal mistake. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Smiling_.] Almost fatal. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I am sorry now I did not tell my wife the whole thing +at once. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I regret my bad actions. You regret your good ones—that +is the difference between us. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I don’t trust you. I _will_ tell my wife. It’s better +for her to know, and from me. It will cause her infinite pain—it will +humiliate her terribly, but it’s right that she should know. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You propose to tell her? + +LORD WINDERMERE. I am going to tell her. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Going up to him_.] If you do, I will make my name so +infamous that it will mar every moment of her life. It will ruin her, +and make her wretched. If you dare to tell her, there is no depth of +degradation I will not sink to, no pit of shame I will not enter. You +shall not tell her—I forbid you. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Why? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_After a pause_.] If I said to you that I cared for her, +perhaps loved her even—you would sneer at me, wouldn’t you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. I should feel it was not true. A mother’s love means +devotion, unselfishness, sacrifice. What could you know of such things? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You are right. What could I know of such things? Don’t +let us talk any more about it—as for telling my daughter who I am, that I +do not allow. It is my secret, it is not yours. If I make up my mind to +tell her, and I think I will, I shall tell her before I leave the +house—if not, I shall never tell her. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Angrily_.] Then let me beg of you to leave our house +at once. I will make your excuses to Margaret. + +[_Enter_ LADY WINDERMERE _R._ _She goes over to_ MRS. ERLYNNE _with the +photograph in her hand_. LORD WINDERMERE _moves to back of sofa_, _and +anxiously watches_ MRS. ERLYNNE _as the scene progresses_.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. I am so sorry, Mrs. Erlynne, to have kept you waiting. +I couldn’t find the photograph anywhere. At last I discovered it in my +husband’s dressing-room—he had stolen it. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Takes the photograph from her and looks at it_.] I am +not surprised—it is charming. [_Goes over to sofa with_ LADY WINDERMERE, +_and sits down beside her_. _Looks again at the photograph_.] And so +that is your little boy! What is he called? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Gerard, after my dear father. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Laying the photograph down_.] Really? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. If it had been a girl, I would have called it +after my mother. My mother had the same name as myself, Margaret. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. My name is Margaret too. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Indeed! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes. [_Pause_.] You are devoted to your mother’s memory, +Lady Windermere, your husband tells me. + +LADY WINDERMERE. We all have ideals in life. At least we all should +have. Mine is my mother. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They +wound, but they’re better. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Shaking her head_.] If I lost my ideals, I should +lose everything. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Everything? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. [_Pause_.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Did your father often speak to you of your mother? + +LADY WINDERMERE. No, it gave him too much pain. He told me how my +mother had died a few months after I was born. His eyes filled with +tears as he spoke. Then he begged me never to mention her name to him +again. It made him suffer even to hear it. My father—my father really +died of a broken heart. His was the most ruined life know. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Rising_.] I am afraid I must go now, Lady Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Rising_.] Oh no, don’t. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I think I had better. My carriage must have come back by +this time. I sent it to Lady Jedburgh’s with a note. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, would you mind seeing if Mrs. Erlynne’s +carriage has come back? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Pray don’t trouble, Lord Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, Arthur, do go, please. + +[LORD WINDERMERE _hesitated for a moment and looks at_ MRS. ERLYNNE. +_She remains quite impassive_. _He leaves the room_.] + +[_To_ MRS. ERLYNNE.] Oh! What am I to say to you? You saved me last +night? [_Goes towards her_.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Hush—don’t speak of it. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I must speak of it. I can’t let you think that I am +going to accept this sacrifice. I am not. It is too great. I am going +to tell my husband everything. It is my duty. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. It is not your duty—at least you have duties to others +besides him. You say you owe me something? + +LADY WINDERMERE. I owe you everything. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Then pay your debt by silence. That is the only way in +which it can be paid. Don’t spoil the one good thing I have done in my +life by telling it to any one. Promise me that what passed last night +will remain a secret between us. You must not bring misery into your +husband’s life. Why spoil his love? You must not spoil it. Love is +easily killed. Oh! how easily love is killed. Pledge me your word, Lady +Windermere, that you will never tell him. I insist upon it. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_With bowed head_.] It is your will, not mine. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes, it is my will. And never forget your child—I like to +think of you as a mother. I like you to think of yourself as one. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Looking up_.] I always will now. Only once in my +life I have forgotten my own mother—that was last night. Oh, if I had +remembered her I should not have been so foolish, so wicked. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_With a slight shudder_.] Hush, last night is quite +over. + +[_Enter_ LORD WINDERMERE.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Your carriage has not come back yet, Mrs. Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. It makes no matter. I’ll take a hansom. There is nothing +in the world so respectable as a good Shrewsbury and Talbot. And now, +dear Lady Windermere, I am afraid it is really good-bye. [_Moves up C._] +Oh, I remember. You’ll think me absurd, but do you know I’ve taken a +great fancy to this fan that I was silly enough to run away with last +night from your ball. Now, I wonder would you give it to me? Lord +Windermere says you may. I know it is his present. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, certainly, if it will give you any pleasure. But +it has my name on it. It has ‘Margaret’ on it. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. But we have the same Christian name. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, I forgot. Of course, do have it. What a wonderful +chance our names being the same! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Quite wonderful. Thanks—it will always remind me of you. +[_Shakes hands with her_.] + +[_Enter_ PARKER.] + +PARKER. Lord Augustus Lorton. Mrs. Erlynne’s carriage has come. + +[_Enter_ LORD AUGUSTUS.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Good morning, dear boy. Good morning, Lady Windermere. +[_Sees_ MRS. ERLYNNE.] Mrs. Erlynne! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. How do you do, Lord Augustus? Are you quite well this +morning? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_Coldly_.] Quite well, thank you, Mrs. Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You don’t look at all well, Lord Augustus. You stop up +too late—it is so bad for you. You really should take more care of +yourself. Good-bye, Lord Windermere. [_Goes towards door with a bow to_ +LORD AUGUSTUS. _Suddenly smiles and looks back at him_.] Lord Augustus! +Won’t you see me to my carriage? You might carry the fan. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Allow me! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. No; I want Lord Augustus. I have a special message for +the dear Duchess. Won’t you carry the fan, Lord Augustus? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. If you really desire it, Mrs. Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [_Laughing_.] Of course I do. You’ll carry it so +gracefully. You would carry off anything gracefully, dear Lord Augustus. + +[_When she reaches the door she looks back for a moment at_ LADY +WINDERMERE. _Their eyes meet_. _Then she turns_, _and exit C. followed +by_ LORD AUGUSTUS.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. You will never speak against Mrs. Erlynne again, +Arthur, will you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Gravely_.] She is better than one thought her. + +LADY WINDERMERE. She is better than I am. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Smiling as he strokes her hair_.] Child, you and she +belong to different worlds. Into your world evil has never entered. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t say that, Arthur. There is the same world for +all of us, and good and evil, sin and innocence, go through it hand in +hand. To shut one’s eyes to half of life that one may live securely is +as though one blinded oneself that one might walk with more safety in a +land of pit and precipice. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [_Moves down with her_.] Darling, why do you say that? + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Sits on sofa_.] Because I, who had shut my eyes to +life, came to the brink. And one who had separated us— + +LORD WINDERMERE. We were never separated. + +LADY WINDERMERE. We never must be again. O Arthur, don’t love me less, +and I will trust you more. I will trust you absolutely. Let us go to +Selby. In the Rose Garden at Selby the roses are white and red. + +[_Enter_ LORD AUGUSTUS _C._] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Arthur, she has explained everything! + +[LADY WINDERMERE _looks horribly frightened at this_. LORD WINDERMERE +_starts_. LORD AUGUSTUS _takes_ WINDERMERE _by the arm and brings him to +front of stage_. _He talks rapidly and in a low voice_. LADY WINDERMERE +_stands watching them in terror_.] My dear fellow, she has explained +every demmed thing. We all wronged her immensely. It was entirely for +my sake she went to Darlington’s rooms. Called first at the Club—fact +is, wanted to put me out of suspense—and being told I had gone +on—followed—naturally frightened when she heard a lot of us coming +in—retired to another room—I assure you, most gratifying to me, the whole +thing. We all behaved brutally to her. She is just the woman for me. +Suits me down to the ground. All the conditions she makes are that we +live entirely out of England. A very good thing too. Demmed clubs, +demmed climate, demmed cooks, demmed everything. Sick of it all! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Frightened_.] Has Mrs. Erlynne—? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [_Advancing towards her with a low bow_.] Yes, Lady +Windermere— Mrs. Erlynne has done me the honour of accepting my hand. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Well, you are certainly marrying a very clever woman! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [_Taking her husband’s hand_.] Ah, you’re marrying a +very good woman! + + * * * * * + + CURTAIN + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN *** + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will +be renamed. + +Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright +law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, +so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the +United States without permission and without paying copyright +royalties. Special rules, set forth in the General Terms of Use part +of this license, apply to copying and distributing Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works to protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm +concept and trademark. 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LTD.<br /> +36 ESSEX STREET W.C.<br /> +LONDON</p> +<p style="text-align: center"><span class="GutSmall"><i>Sixteenth +Edition</i></span></p> +<table> +<tr> +<td><p><i>First Published</i></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><i>1893</i></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><i>First Issued by Methuen & Co. Ltd.</i> (<i>Limited +Editions on Hand-made Paper and Japanese Vellum</i>) +<i>February</i></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><i>1908</i></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><i>Third Edition</i> (<i>F’cap</i> 8<i>vo</i>, +5<i>s.</i> <i>net</i>) <i>September</i></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><i>1909</i></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><i>Fourth Edition</i> (5<i>s.</i> <i>net</i>) +<i>June</i></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><i>1910</i></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><i>Fifth Edition</i> (<i>F’cap</i> 8<i>vo</i>, +1<i>s.</i> <i>net</i>) <i>November 3rd</i></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><i>1911</i></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><i>Sixth Edition</i> (1<i>s.</i> <i>net</i>) +<i>November</i></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><i>1911</i></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><i>Eighth Edition</i> (1<i>s.</i> <i>net</i>) <i>1912</i>, +<i>Ninth and Tenth Editions</i> (1<i>s.</i> <i>net</i>) +<i>1913</i>, <i>Eleventh Edition</i> (1<i>s.</i> <i>net</i>) +<i>1914</i>, <i>Twelfth Edition</i> (1<i>s.</i> <i>net</i>) +<i>1915</i>, <i>Thirteenth Edition</i> (1<i>s.</i> <i>net</i>) +<i>1916</i>, <i>Fourteenth and Fifteenth Edition</i> (1<i>s.</i> +<i>net</i>) <i>1917</i></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"> </p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><i>Sixteenth Edition</i> (5<i>s.</i> <i>net</i>)</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><i>1917</i></p> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +<p><i>The literary and dramatic rights of</i> “<i>Lady +Windermere’s Fan</i>” <i>belong to Sir George +Alexander</i>, <i>by arrangement with whom this play is included +in this edition</i>. <i>The acting version</i> (<i>Samuel +French</i>) <i>does not contain the complete text</i>.</p> + +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<p style="text-align: center">TO<br /> +THE DEAR MEMORY<br /> +OF<br /> +ROBERT EARL OF LYTTON<br /> +IN AFFECTION<br /> +AND<br /> +ADMIRATION</p> + +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<h2>THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY</h2> +<p>Lord Windermere</p> +<p>Lord Darlington</p> +<p>Lord Augustus Lorton</p> +<p>Mr. Dumby</p> +<p>Mr. Cecil Graham</p> +<p>Mr. Hopper</p> +<p>Parker, Butler</p> + +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<p>Lady Windermere</p> +<p>The Duchess of Berwick</p> +<p>Lady Agatha Carlisle</p> +<p>Lady Plymdale</p> +<p>Lady Stutfield</p> +<p>Lady Jedburgh</p> +<p>Mrs. Cowper-Cowper</p> +<p>Mrs. Erlynne</p> +<p>Rosalie, Maid</p> +<h2>THE SCENES OF THE PLAY</h2> +<table> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Act</span> I.</p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Morning-room in Lord Windermere’s house</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Act</span> II.</p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Drawing-room in Lord Windermere’s house</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Act</span> III.</p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Lord Darlington’s rooms</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Act</span> IV.</p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Same as Act I.</i></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Time</span>:</p> +</td> +<td><p><i>The Present</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Place</span>:</p> +</td> +<td><p><i>London</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +<p><i>The action of the play takes place within twenty-four +hours</i>, <i>beginning on a Tuesday afternoon at five +o’clock</i>, <i>and ending the next day at</i> 1.30 +<i>p.m.</i></p> +<h2>LONDON: ST. JAMES’S THEATRE</h2> +<p style="text-align: center"><i>Lessee and Manager</i>: <i>Mr. +George Alexander</i><br /> +<i>February</i> 22<i>nd</i>, 1892.</p> +<table> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Mr. George Alexander</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Mr. Nutcombe Gould</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus Lorton</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Mr. H. H. Vincent</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Mr. Cecil Graham</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Mr. Ben Webster</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Mr. Dumby</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Mr. Vane-Tempest</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Mr. Hopper</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Mr. Alfred Holles</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Parker</span> (<i>Butler</i>)</p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Mr. V. Sansbury</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Miss Lily Hanbury</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">The Duchess of Berwick</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Miss Fanny Coleman</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha Carlisle</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Miss Laura Graves</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Miss Granville</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Lady Jedburgh</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Miss B. Page</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Lady Stutfield</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Miss Madge Girdlestone</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Cowper-Cowper</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Miss A. de Winton</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Miss Marion Terry</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Rosalie</span> (<i>Maid</i>)</p> +</td> +<td><p><i>Miss Winifred Dolan</i>.</p> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +<h2>FIRST ACT</h2> +<p style="text-align: center">SCENE</p> +<p><i>Morning-room of Lord Windermere’s house in Carlton +House Terrace</i>. <i>Doors C. and R. Bureau with +books and papers R.</i> <i>Sofa with small tea-table +L.</i> <i>Window opening on to terrace L.</i> +<i>Table R.</i></p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> <i>is at table +R.</i>, <i>arranging roses in a blue bowl</i>.]</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Parker</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Is your ladyship at +home this afternoon?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +Yes—who has called?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Lord Darlington, my +lady.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Hesitates for a moment</i>.] Show him up—and +I’m at home to any one who calls.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Yes, my lady.</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. It’s +best for me to see him before to-night. I’m glad +he’s come.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Parker</span> <i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Lord Darlington,</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span> +<i>C.</i>]</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit</i> <span +class="smcap">Parker</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. How do you +do, Lady Windermere?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. How do you +do, Lord Darlington? No, I can’t shake hands with +you. My hands are all wet with these roses. +Aren’t they lovely? They came up from Selby this +morning.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. They are +quite perfect. [<i>Sees a fan lying on the +table</i>.] And what a wonderful fan! May I look at +it?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Do. +Pretty, isn’t it! It’s got my name on it, and +everything. I have only just seen it myself. +It’s my husband’s birthday present to me. You +know to-day is my birthday?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. No? Is +it really?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes, +I’m of age to-day. Quite an important day in my life, +isn’t it? That is why I am giving this party +to-night. Do sit down. [<i>Still arranging +flowers</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Sitting +down</i>.] I wish I had known it was your birthday, Lady +Windermere. I would have covered the whole street in front +of your house with flowers for you to walk on. They are +made for you.</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>A short pause</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Lord +Darlington, you annoyed me last night at the Foreign +Office. I am afraid you are going to annoy me again.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. I, Lady +Windermere?</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Parker</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Footman</span> <i>C.</i>, <i>with tray and +tea things</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Put it +there, Parker. That will do. [<i>Wipes her hands with +her pocket-handkerchief</i>, <i>goes to tea-table</i>, <i>and +sits down</i>.] Won’t you come over, Lord +Darlington?</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit</i> <span +class="smcap">Parker</span> <i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Takes +chair and goes across L.C.</i>] I am quite miserable, Lady +Windermere. You must tell me what I did. [<i>Sits +down at table L.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Well, you +kept paying me elaborate compliments the whole evening.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. +[<i>Smiling</i>.] Ah, nowadays we are all of us so hard up, +that the only pleasant things to pay <i>are</i> +compliments. They’re the only things we <i>can</i> +pay.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Shaking +her head</i>.] No, I am talking very seriously. You +mustn’t laugh, I am quite serious. I don’t like +compliments, and I don’t see why a man should think he is +pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of +things that he doesn’t mean.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Ah, but I +did mean them. [<i>Takes tea which she offers him</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Gravely</i>.] I hope not. I should be sorry to +have to quarrel with you, Lord Darlington. I like you very +much, you know that. But I shouldn’t like you at all +if I thought you were what most other men are. Believe me, +you are better than most other men, and I sometimes think you +pretend to be worse.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. We all have +our little vanities, Lady Windermere.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Why do you +make that your special one? [<i>Still seated at table +L.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Still +seated L.C.</i>] Oh, nowadays so many conceited people go +about Society pretending to be good, that I think it shows rather +a sweet and modest disposition to pretend to be bad. +Besides, there is this to be said. If you pretend to be +good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to +be bad, it doesn’t. Such is the astounding stupidity +of optimism.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Don’t +you <i>want</i> the world to take you seriously then, Lord +Darlington?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. No, not the +world. Who are the people the world takes seriously? +All the dull people one can think of, from the Bishops down to +the bores. I should like <i>you</i> to take me very +seriously, Lady Windermere, <i>you</i> more than any one else in +life.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +Why—why me?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>After a +slight hesitation</i>.] Because I think we might be great +friends. Let us be great friends. You may want a +friend some day.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Why do you +say that?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Oh!—we +all want friends at times.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I think +we’re very good friends already, Lord Darlington. We +can always remain so as long as you don’t—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Don’t +what?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Don’t +spoil it by saying extravagant silly things to me. You +think I am a Puritan, I suppose? Well, I have something of +the Puritan in me. I was brought up like that. I am +glad of it. My mother died when I was a mere child. I +lived always with Lady Julia, my father’s elder sister, you +know. She was stern to me, but she taught me what the world +is forgetting, the difference that there is between what is right +and what is wrong. <i>She</i> allowed of no +compromise. <i>I</i> allow of none.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. My dear Lady +Windermere!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Leaning +back on the sofa</i>.] You look on me as being behind the +age.—Well, I am! I should be sorry to be on the same +level as an age like this.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. You think +the age very bad?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes. +Nowadays people seem to look on life as a speculation. It +is not a speculation. It is a sacrament. Its ideal is +Love. Its purification is sacrifice.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. +[<i>Smiling</i>.] Oh, anything is better than being +sacrificed!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Leaning +forward</i>.] Don’t say that.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. I do say +it. I feel it—I know it.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Parker</span> <i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. The men want to know +if they are to put the carpets on the terrace for to-night, my +lady?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You +don’t think it will rain, Lord Darlington, do you?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. I +won’t hear of its raining on your birthday!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Tell them to +do it at once, Parker.</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit</i> <span +class="smcap">Parker</span> <i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Still +seated</i>.] Do you think then—of course I am only +putting an imaginary instance—do you think that in the case +of a young married couple, say about two years married, if the +husband suddenly becomes the intimate friend of a woman +of—well, more than doubtful character—is always +calling upon her, lunching with her, and probably paying her +bills—do you think that the wife should not console +herself?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Frowning</i>.] Console herself?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Yes, I think +she should—I think she has the right.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Because the +husband is vile—should the wife be vile also?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Vileness is +a terrible word, Lady Windermere.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. It is a +terrible thing, Lord Darlington.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Do you know +I am afraid that good people do a great deal of harm in this +world. Certainly the greatest harm they do is that they +make badness of such extraordinary importance. It is absurd +to divide people into good and bad. People are either +charming or tedious. I take the side of the charming, and +you, Lady Windermere, can’t help belonging to them.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Now, Lord +Darlington. [<i>Rising and crossing R.</i>, <i>front of +him</i>.] Don’t stir, I am merely going to finish my +flowers. [<i>Goes to table R.C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Rising +and moving chair</i>.] And I must say I think you are very +hard on modern life, Lady Windermere. Of course there is +much against it, I admit. Most women, for instance, +nowadays, are rather mercenary.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Don’t +talk about such people.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Well then, +setting aside mercenary people, who, of course, are dreadful, do +you think seriously that women who have committed what the world +calls a fault should never be forgiven?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Standing +at table</i>.] I think they should never be forgiven.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. And +men? Do you think that there should be the same laws for +men as there are for women?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +Certainly!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. I think life +too complex a thing to be settled by these hard and fast +rules.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. If we had +‘these hard and fast rules,’ we should find life much +more simple.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. You allow of +no exceptions?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. None!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Ah, what a +fascinating Puritan you are, Lady Windermere!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. The +adjective was unnecessary, Lord Darlington.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. I +couldn’t help it. I can resist everything except +temptation.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You have the +modern affectation of weakness.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Looking +at her</i>.] It’s only an affectation, Lady +Windermere.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Parker</span> <i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. The Duchess of +Berwick and Lady Agatha Carlisle.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Duchess of +Berwick</span> and <span class="smcap">Lady Agatha +Carlisle</span> <i>C.</i>]</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit</i> <span +class="smcap">Parker</span> <i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +[<i>Coming down C.</i>, <i>and shaking hands</i>.] Dear +Margaret, I am so pleased to see you. You remember Agatha, +don’t you? [<i>Crossing L.C.</i>] How do you +do, Lord Darlington? I won’t let you know my +daughter, you are far too wicked.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Don’t +say that, Duchess. As a wicked man I am a complete +failure. Why, there are lots of people who say I have never +really done anything wrong in the whole course of my life. +Of course they only say it behind my back.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +Isn’t he dreadful? Agatha, this is Lord +Darlington. Mind you don’t believe a word he +says. [<span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span> +<i>crosses R.C.</i>] No, no tea, thank you, dear. +[<i>Crosses and sits on sofa</i>.] We have just had tea at +Lady Markby’s. Such bad tea, too. It was quite +undrinkable. I wasn’t at all surprised. Her own +son-in-law supplies it. Agatha is looking forward so much +to your ball to-night, dear Margaret.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Seated +L.C.</i>] Oh, you mustn’t think it is going to be a +ball, Duchess. It is only a dance in honour of my +birthday. A small and early.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Standing +L.C.</i>] Very small, very early, and very select, +Duchess.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. [<i>On +sofa L.</i>] Of course it’s going to be select. +But we know <i>that</i>, dear Margaret, about <i>your</i> +house. It is really one of the few houses in London where I +can take Agatha, and where I feel perfectly secure about dear +Berwick. I don’t know what society is coming +to. The most dreadful people seem to go everywhere. +They certainly come to my parties—the men get quite furious +if one doesn’t ask them. Really, some one should make +a stand against it.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. <i>I</i> +will, Duchess. I will have no one in my house about whom +there is any scandal.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. +[<i>R.C.</i>] Oh, don’t say that, Lady +Windermere. I should never be admitted! +[<i>Sitting</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Oh, men +don’t matter. With women it is different. +We’re good. Some of us are, at least. But we +are positively getting elbowed into the corner. Our +husbands would really forget our existence if we didn’t nag +at them from time to time, just to remind them that we have a +perfect legal right to do so.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. It’s a +curious thing, Duchess, about the game of marriage—a game, +by the way, that is going out of fashion—the wives hold all +the honours, and invariably lose the odd trick.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. The +odd trick? Is that the husband, Lord Darlington?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. It would be +rather a good name for the modern husband.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Dear Lord +Darlington, how thoroughly depraved you are!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Lord +Darlington is trivial.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Ah, +don’t say that, Lady Windermere.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Why do you +<i>talk</i> so trivially about life, then?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Because I +think that life is far too important a thing ever to talk +seriously about it. [<i>Moves up C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. What does +he mean? Do, as a concession to my poor wits, Lord +Darlington, just explain to me what you really mean.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Coming +down back of table</i>.] I think I had better not, +Duchess. Nowadays to be intelligible is to be found +out. Good-bye! [<i>Shakes hands with</i> <span +class="smcap">Duchess</span>.] And now—[<i>goes up +stage</i>] Lady Windermere, good-bye. I may come to-night, +mayn’t I? Do let me come.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Standing +up stage with</i> <span class="smcap">Lord +Darlington</span>.] Yes, certainly. But you are not +to say foolish, insincere things to people.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. +[<i>Smiling</i>.] Ah! you are beginning to reform me. +It is a dangerous thing to reform any one, Lady Windermere. +[<i>Bows</i>, <i>and exit C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. [<i>Who +has risen</i>, <i>goes C.</i>] What a charming, wicked +creature! I like him so much. I’m quite +delighted he’s gone! How sweet you’re +looking! Where <i>do</i> you get your gowns? And now +I must tell you how sorry I am for you, dear Margaret. +[<i>Crosses to sofa and sits with</i> <span class="smcap">Lady +Windermere</span>.] Agatha, darling!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, +mamma. [<i>Rises</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Will you +go and look over the photograph album that I see there?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, +mamma. [<i>Goes to table up L.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Dear +girl! She is so fond of photographs of Switzerland. +Such a pure taste, I think. But I really am so sorry for +you, Margaret.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Smiling</i>.] Why, Duchess?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Oh, on +account of that horrid woman. She dresses so well, too, +which makes it much worse, sets such a dreadful example. +Augustus—you know my disreputable brother—such a +trial to us all—well, Augustus is completely infatuated +about her. It is quite scandalous, for she is absolutely +inadmissible into society. Many a woman has a past, but I +am told that she has at least a dozen, and that they all fit.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Whom are you +talking about, Duchess?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. About +Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Mrs. +Erlynne? I never heard of her, Duchess. And what +<i>has</i> she to do with me?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. My poor +child! Agatha, darling!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Will you +go out on the terrace and look at the sunset?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit through window</i>, +<i>L.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Sweet +girl! So devoted to sunsets! Shows such refinement of +feeling, does it not? After all, there is nothing like +Nature, is there?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. But what is +it, Duchess? Why do you talk to me about this person?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +Don’t you really know? I assure you we’re all +so distressed about it. Only last night at dear Lady +Jansen’s every one was saying how extraordinary it was +that, of all men in London, Windermere should behave in such a +way.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. My +husband—what has <i>he</i> got to do with any woman of that +kind?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Ah, what +indeed, dear? That is the point. He goes to see her +continually, and stops for hours at a time, and while he is there +she is not at home to any one. Not that many ladies call on +her, dear, but she has a great many disreputable men +friends—my own brother particularly, as I told +you—and that is what makes it so dreadful about +Windermere. We looked upon <i>him</i> as being such a model +husband, but I am afraid there is no doubt about it. My +dear nieces—you know the Saville girls, don’t +you?—such nice domestic creatures—plain, dreadfully +plain, but so good—well, they’re always at the window +doing fancy work, and making ugly things for the poor, which I +think so useful of them in these dreadful socialistic days, and +this terrible woman has taken a house in Curzon Street, right +opposite them—such a respectable street, too! I +don’t know what we’re coming to! And they tell +me that Windermere goes there four and five times a +week—they <i>see</i> him. They can’t help +it—and although they never talk scandal, they—well, +of course—they remark on it to every one. And the +worst of it all is that I have been told that this woman has got +a great deal of money out of somebody, for it seems that she came +to London six months ago without anything at all to speak of, and +now she has this charming house in Mayfair, drives her ponies in +the Park every afternoon and all—well, all—since she +has known poor dear Windermere.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Oh, I +can’t believe it!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. But +it’s quite true, my dear. The whole of London knows +it. That is why I felt it was better to come and talk to +you, and advise you to take Windermere away at once to Homburg or +to Aix, where he’ll have something to amuse him, and where +you can watch him all day long. I assure you, my dear, that +on several occasions after I was first married, I had to pretend +to be very ill, and was obliged to drink the most unpleasant +mineral waters, merely to get Berwick out of town. He was +so extremely susceptible. Though I am bound to say he never +gave away any large sums of money to anybody. He is far too +high-principled for that!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Interrupting</i>.] Duchess, Duchess, it’s +impossible! [<i>Rising and crossing stage to C.</i>] +We are only married two years. Our child is but six months +old. [<i>Sits in chair R. of L. table</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Ah, the +dear pretty baby! How is the little darling? Is it a +boy or a girl? I hope a girl—Ah, no, I remember +it’s a boy! I’m so sorry. Boys are so +wicked. My boy is excessively immoral. You +wouldn’t believe at what hours he comes home. And +he’s only left Oxford a few months—I really +don’t know what they teach them there.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Are +<i>all</i> men bad?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Oh, all +of them, my dear, all of them, without any exception. And +they never grow any better. Men become old, but they never +become good.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Windermere +and I married for love.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Yes, we +begin like that. It was only Berwick’s brutal and +incessant threats of suicide that made me accept him at all, and +before the year was out, he was running after all kinds of +petticoats, every colour, every shape, every material. In +fact, before the honeymoon was over, I caught him winking at my +maid, a most pretty, respectable girl. I dismissed her at +once without a character.—No, I remember I passed her on to +my sister; poor dear Sir George is so short-sighted, I thought it +wouldn’t matter. But it did, though—it was most +unfortunate. [<i>Rises</i>.] And now, my dear child, +I must go, as we are dining out. And mind you don’t +take this little aberration of Windermere’s too much to +heart. Just take him abroad, and he’ll come back to +you all right.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Come back to +me? [<i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +[<i>L.C.</i>] Yes, dear, these wicked women get our +husbands away from us, but they always come back, slightly +damaged, of course. And don’t make scenes, men hate +them!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. It is very +kind of you, Duchess, to come and tell me all this. But I +can’t believe that my husband is untrue to me.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Pretty +child! I was like that once. Now I know that all men +are monsters. [<span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> +<i>rings bell</i>.] The only thing to do is to feed the +wretches well. A good cook does wonders, and that I know +you have. My dear Margaret, you are not going to cry?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You +needn’t be afraid, Duchess, I never cry.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +That’s quite right, dear. Crying is the refuge of +plain women but the ruin of pretty ones. Agatha, +darling!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. [<i>Entering +L.</i>] Yes, mamma. [<i>Stands back of table +L.C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Come and +bid good-bye to Lady Windermere, and thank her for your charming +visit. [<i>Coming down again</i>.] And by the way, I +must thank you for sending a card to Mr. Hopper—he’s +that rich young Australian people are taking such notice of just +at present. His father made a great fortune by selling some +kind of food in circular tins—most palatable, I +believe—I fancy it is the thing the servants always refuse +to eat. But the son is quite interesting. I think +he’s attracted by dear Agatha’s clever talk. Of +course, we should be very sorry to lose her, but I think that a +mother who doesn’t part with a daughter every season has no +real affection. We’re coming to-night, dear. +[<span class="smcap">Parker</span> <i>opens C. doors</i>.] +And remember my advice, take the poor fellow out of town at once, +it is the only thing to do. Good-bye, once more; come, +Agatha.</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span +class="smcap">Duchess</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lady +Agatha</span> <i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. How +horrible! I understand now what Lord Darlington meant by +the imaginary instance of the couple not two years married. +Oh! it can’t be true—she spoke of enormous sums of +money paid to this woman. I know where Arthur keeps his +bank book—in one of the drawers of that desk. I might +find out by that. I <i>will</i> find out. [<i>Opens +drawer</i>.] No, it is some hideous mistake. +[<i>Rises and goes C.</i>] Some silly scandal! He +loves <i>me</i>! He loves <i>me</i>! But why should I +not look? I am his wife, I have a right to look! +[<i>Returns to bureau</i>, <i>takes out book and examines it page +by page</i>, <i>smiles and gives a sigh of relief</i>.] I +knew it! there is not a word of truth in this stupid story. +[<i>Puts book back in drawer</i>. <i>As he does so</i>, +<i>starts and takes out another book</i>.] A second +book—private—locked! [<i>Tries to open it</i>, +<i>but fails</i>. <i>Sees paper knife on bureau</i>, <i>and +with it cuts cover from book</i>. <i>Begins to start at the +first page</i>.] ‘Mrs. +Erlynne—£600—Mrs. +Erlynne—£700—Mrs. +Erlynne—£400.’ Oh! it is true! It +is true! How horrible! [<i>Throws book on +floor</i>.]</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Enter</i> <span +class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span> <i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Well, dear, +has the fan been sent home yet? [<i>Going R.C.</i> +<i>Sees book</i>.] Margaret, you have cut open my bank +book. You have no right to do such a thing!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You think it +wrong that you are found out, don’t you?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I think it +wrong that a wife should spy on her husband.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I did not +spy on you. I never knew of this woman’s existence +till half an hour ago. Some one who pitied me was kind +enough to tell me what every one in London knows +already—your daily visits to Curzon Street, your mad +infatuation, the monstrous sums of money you squander on this +infamous woman! [<i>Crossing L.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Margaret! +don’t talk like that of Mrs. Erlynne, you don’t know +how unjust it is!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Turning +to him</i>.] You are very jealous of Mrs. Erlynne’s +honour. I wish you had been as jealous of mine.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Your honour +is untouched, Margaret. You don’t think for a moment +that—[<i>Puts book back into desk</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I think that +you spend your money strangely. That is all. Oh, +don’t imagine I mind about the money. As far as I am +concerned, you may squander everything we have. But what I +<i>do</i> mind is that you who have loved me, you who have taught +me to love you, should pass from the love that is given to the +love that is bought. Oh, it’s horrible! +[<i>Sits on sofa</i>.] And it is I who feel degraded! +<i>you</i> don’t feel anything. I feel stained, +utterly stained. You can’t realise how hideous the +last six months seems to me now—every kiss you have given +me is tainted in my memory.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Crossing +to her</i>.] Don’t say that, Margaret. I never +loved any one in the whole world but you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Rises</i>.] Who is this woman, then? Why do you +take a house for her?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I did not +take a house for her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You gave her +the money to do it, which is the same thing.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Margaret, as +far as I have known Mrs. Erlynne—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Is there a +Mr. Erlynne—or is he a myth?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Her husband +died many years ago. She is alone in the world.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. No +relations? [<i>A pause</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. None.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Rather +curious, isn’t it? [<i>L.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +[<i>L.C.</i>] Margaret, I was saying to you—and I beg +you to listen to me—that as far as I have known Mrs. +Erlynne, she has conducted herself well. If years +ago—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Oh! +[<i>Crossing R.C.</i>] I don’t want details about her +life!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +[<i>C.</i>] I am not going to give you any details about +her life. I tell you simply this—Mrs. Erlynne was +once honoured, loved, respected. She was well born, she had +position—she lost everything—threw it away, if you +like. That makes it all the more bitter. Misfortunes +one can endure—they come from outside, they are +accidents. But to suffer for one’s own +faults—ah!—there is the sting of life. It was +twenty years ago, too. She was little more than a girl +then. She had been a wife for even less time than you +have.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I am not +interested in her—and—you should not mention this +woman and me in the same breath. It is an error of +taste. [<i>Sitting R. at desk</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Margaret, +you could save this woman. She wants to get back into +society, and she wants you to help her. [<i>Crossing to +her</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Me!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Yes, +you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. How +impertinent of her! [<i>A pause</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Margaret, I +came to ask you a great favour, and I still ask it of you, though +you have discovered what I had intended you should never have +known that I have given Mrs. Erlynne a large sum of money. +I want you to send her an invitation for our party +to-night. [<i>Standing L. of her</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You are +mad! [<i>Rises</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I entreat +you. People may chatter about her, do chatter about her, of +course, but they don’t know anything definite against +her. She has been to several houses—not to houses +where you would go, I admit, but still to houses where women who +are in what is called Society nowadays do go. That does not +content her. She wants you to receive her once.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. As a triumph +for her, I suppose?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. No; but +because she knows that you are a good woman—and that if she +comes here once she will have a chance of a happier, a surer life +than she has had. She will make no further effort to know +you. Won’t you help a woman who is trying to get +back?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. No! If +a woman really repents, she never wishes to return to the society +that has made or seen her ruin.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I beg of +you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Crossing +to door R.</i>] I am going to dress for dinner, and +don’t mention the subject again this evening. Arthur +[<i>going to him C.</i>], you fancy because I have no father or +mother that I am alone in the world, and that you can treat me as +you choose. You are wrong, I have friends, many +friends.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +[<i>L.C.</i>] Margaret, you are talking foolishly, +recklessly. I won’t argue with you, but I insist upon +your asking Mrs. Erlynne to-night.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>R.C.</i>] I shall do nothing of the kind. +[<i>Crossing L.C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. You +refuse? [<i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +Absolutely!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Ah, +Margaret, do this for my sake; it is her last chance.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. What has +that to do with me?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. How hard +good women are!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. How weak bad +men are!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Margaret, +none of us men may be good enough for the women we +marry—that is quite true—but you don’t imagine +I would ever—oh, the suggestion is monstrous!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Why should +<i>you</i> be different from other men? I am told that +there is hardly a husband in London who does not waste his life +over <i>some</i> shameful passion.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I am not one +of them.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I am not +sure of that!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. You are sure +in your heart. But don’t make chasm after chasm +between us. God knows the last few minutes have thrust us +wide enough apart. Sit down and write the card.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Nothing in +the whole world would induce me.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Crossing +to bureau</i>.] Then I will! [<i>Rings electric +bell</i>, <i>sits and writes card</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You are +going to invite this woman? [<i>Crossing to him</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Yes. +[<i>Pause</i>. <i>Enter</i> <span +class="smcap">Parker</span>.] Parker!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Yes, my lord. +[<i>Comes down L.C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Have this +note sent to Mrs. Erlynne at No. 84A Curzon Street. +[<i>Crossing to L.C. and giving note to</i> <span +class="smcap">Parker</span>.] There is no answer!</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit</i> <span +class="smcap">Parker</span> <i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Arthur, if +that woman comes here, I shall insult her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Margaret, +don’t say that.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I mean +it.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Child, if +you did such a thing, there’s not a woman in London who +wouldn’t pity you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. There is not +a <i>good</i> woman in London who would not applaud me. We +have been too lax. We must make an example. I propose +to begin to-night. [<i>Picking up fan</i>.] Yes, you +gave me this fan to-day; it was your birthday present. If +that woman crosses my threshold, I shall strike her across the +face with it.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Margaret, +you couldn’t do such a thing.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You +don’t know me! [<i>Moves R.</i>]</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Parker</span>.]</p> +<p>Parker!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Yes, my lady.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I shall dine +in my own room. I don’t want dinner, in fact. +See that everything is ready by half-past ten. And, Parker, +be sure you pronounce the names of the guests very distinctly +to-night. Sometimes you speak so fast that I miss +them. I am particularly anxious to hear the names quite +clearly, so as to make no mistake. You understand, +Parker?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Yes, my lady.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. That will +do!</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit</i> <span +class="smcap">Parker</span> <i>C.</i>]</p> +<p>[<i>Speaking to</i> <span class="smcap">Lord +Windermere</span>.] Arthur, if that woman comes +here—I warn you—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Margaret, +you’ll ruin us!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Us! +From this moment my life is separate from yours. But if you +wish to avoid a public scandal, write at once to this woman, and +tell her that I forbid her to come here!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I will +not—I cannot—she must come!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Then I shall +do exactly as I have said. [<i>Goes R.</i>] You leave +me no choice.</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit R.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Calling +after her</i>.] Margaret! Margaret! [<i>A +pause</i>.] My God! What shall I do? I dare not +tell her who this woman really is. The shame would kill +her. [<i>Sinks down into a chair and buries his face in his +hands</i>.]</p> + +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<p style="text-align: center"><span class="smcap">Act +Drop</span></p> +<h2>SECOND ACT</h2> +<p style="text-align: center">SCENE</p> +<p><i>Drawing-room in Lord Windermere’s house</i>. +<i>Door R.U. opening into ball-room</i>, <i>where band is +playing</i>. <i>Door L. through which guests are +entering</i>. <i>Door L.U. opens on to illuminated +terrace</i>. <i>Palms</i>, <i>flowers</i>, <i>and brilliant +lights</i>. <i>Room crowded with guests</i>. <i>Lady +Windermere is receiving them</i>.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. [<i>Up +C.</i>] So strange Lord Windermere isn’t here. +Mr. Hopper is very late, too. You have kept those five +dances for him, Agatha? [<i>Comes down</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +[<i>Sitting on sofa</i>.] Just let me see your card. +I’m so glad Lady Windermere has revived +cards.—They’re a mother’s only safeguard. +You dear simple little thing! [<i>Scratches out two +names</i>.] No nice girl should ever waltz with such +particularly younger sons! It looks so fast! The last +two dances you might pass on the terrace with Mr. Hopper.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mr. Dumby</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span> <i>from the +ball-room</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +[<i>Fanning herself</i>.] The air is so pleasant there.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Mrs. +Cowper-Cowper. Lady Stutfield. Sir James +Royston. Mr. Guy Berkeley.</p> +<p>[<i>These people enter as announced</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Good evening, Lady +Stutfield. I suppose this will be the last ball of the +season?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Stutfield</span>. I suppose so, +Mr. Dumby. It’s been a delightful season, +hasn’t it?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Quite +delightful! Good evening, Duchess. I suppose this +will be the last ball of the season?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. I suppose +so, Mr. Dumby. It has been a very dull season, hasn’t +it?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Dreadfully dull! +Dreadfully dull!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Cowper-Cowper</span>. Good +evening, Mr. Dumby. I suppose this will be the last ball of +the season?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Oh, I think not. +There’ll probably be two more. [<i>Wanders back +to</i> <span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Mr. Rufford. +Lady Jedburgh and Miss Graham. Mr. Hopper.</p> +<p>[<i>These people enter as announced</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Hopper</span>. How do you do, Lady +Windermere? How do you do, Duchess? [<i>Bows to</i> +<span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Dear Mr. +Hopper, how nice of you to come so early. We all know how +you are run after in London.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Hopper</span>. Capital place, +London! They are not nearly so exclusive in London as they +are in Sydney.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Ah! we +know your value, Mr. Hopper. We wish there were more like +you. It would make life so much easier. Do you know, +Mr. Hopper, dear Agatha and I are so much interested in +Australia. It must be so pretty with all the dear little +kangaroos flying about. Agatha has found it on the +map. What a curious shape it is! Just like a large +packing case. However, it is a very young country, +isn’t it?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Hopper</span>. Wasn’t it made +at the same time as the others, Duchess?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. How +clever you are, Mr. Hopper. You have a cleverness quite of +your own. Now I mustn’t keep you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Hopper</span>. But I should like to +dance with Lady Agatha, Duchess.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Well, I +hope she has a dance left. Have you a dance left, +Agatha?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. The next +one?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Hopper</span>. May I have the +pleasure? [<span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span> +<i>bows</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Mind you +take great care of my little chatterbox, Mr. Hopper.</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span> <i>and</i> <span +class="smcap">Mr. Hopper</span> <i>pass into ball-room</i>.]</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Margaret, I +want to speak to you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. In a +moment. [<i>The music drops</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Lord Augustus +Lorton.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Good evening, +Lady Windermere.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Sir +James, will you take me into the ball-room? Augustus has +been dining with us to-night. I really have had quite +enough of dear Augustus for the moment.</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Sir James Royston</span> <i>gives the</i> +<span class="smcap">Duchess</span> <i>his arm and escorts her +into the ball-room</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Mr. and Mrs. Arthur +Bowden. Lord and Lady Paisley. Lord Darlington.</p> +<p>[<i>These people enter as announced</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. [<i>Coming up +to</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>.] Want to +speak to you particularly, dear boy. I’m worn to a +shadow. Know I don’t look it. None of us men do +look what we really are. Demmed good thing, too. What +I want to know is this. Who is she? Where does she +come from? Why hasn’t she got any demmed +relations? Demmed nuisance, relations! But they make +one so demmed respectable.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. You are +talking of Mrs. Erlynne, I suppose? I only met her six +months ago. Till then, I never knew of her existence.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. You have seen +a good deal of her since then.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +[<i>Coldly</i>.] Yes, I have seen a good deal of her since +then. I have just seen her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Egad! the +women are very down on her. I have been dining with +Arabella this evening! By Jove! you should have heard what +she said about Mrs. Erlynne. She didn’t leave a rag +on her. . . . [<i>Aside</i>.] Berwick and I told her that +didn’t matter much, as the lady in question must have an +extremely fine figure. You should have seen +Arabella’s expression! . . . But, look here, dear +boy. I don’t know what to do about Mrs. +Erlynne. Egad! I might be married to her; she treats +me with such demmed indifference. She’s deuced +clever, too! She explains everything. Egad! she +explains you. She has got any amount of explanations for +you—and all of them different.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. No +explanations are necessary about my friendship with Mrs. +Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Hem! +Well, look here, dear old fellow. Do you think she will +ever get into this demmed thing called Society? Would you +introduce her to your wife? No use beating about the +confounded bush. Would you do that?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Mrs. Erlynne +is coming here to-night.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Your wife has +sent her a card?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Mrs. Erlynne +has received a card.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Then +she’s all right, dear boy. But why didn’t you +tell me that before? It would have saved me a heap of worry +and demmed misunderstandings!</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span> <i>and</i> <span +class="smcap">Mr. Hopper</span> <i>cross and exit on terrace +L.U.E.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Mr. Cecil Graham!</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mr. Cecil +Graham</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. [<i>Bows to</i> +<span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>, <i>passes over and +shakes hands with</i> <span class="smcap">Lord +Windermere</span>.] Good evening, Arthur. Why +don’t you ask me how I am? I like people to ask me +how I am. It shows a wide-spread interest in my +health. Now, to-night I am not at all well. Been +dining with my people. Wonder why it is one’s people +are always so tedious? My father would talk morality after +dinner. I told him he was old enough to know better. +But my experience is that as soon as people are old enough to +know better, they don’t know anything at all. Hallo, +Tuppy! Hear you’re going to be married again; thought +you were tired of that game.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. You’re +excessively trivial, my dear boy, excessively trivial!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. By the way, +Tuppy, which is it? Have you been twice married and once +divorced, or twice divorced and once married? I say +you’ve been twice divorced and once married. It seems +so much more probable.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. I have a very +bad memory. I really don’t remember which. +[<i>Moves away R.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>. Lord +Windermere, I’ve something most particular to ask you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I am +afraid—if you will excuse me—I must join my wife.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>. Oh, you +mustn’t dream of such a thing. It’s most +dangerous nowadays for a husband to pay any attention to his wife +in public. It always makes people think that he beats her +when they’re alone. The world has grown so suspicious +of anything that looks like a happy married life. But +I’ll tell you what it is at supper. [<i>Moves towards +door of ball-room</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +[<i>C.</i>] Margaret! I <i>must</i> speak to you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Will you +hold my fan for me, Lord Darlington? Thanks. +[<i>Comes down to him</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Crossing +to her</i>.] Margaret, what you said before dinner was, of +course, impossible?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. That woman +is not coming here to-night!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +[<i>R.C.</i>] Mrs. Erlynne is coming here, and if you in +any way annoy or wound her, you will bring shame and sorrow on us +both. Remember that! Ah, Margaret! only trust +me! A wife should trust her husband!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>C.</i>] London is full of women who trust their +husbands. One can always recognise them. They look so +thoroughly unhappy. I am not going to be one of them. +[<i>Moves up</i>.] Lord Darlington, will you give me back +my fan, please? Thanks. . . . A useful thing a fan, +isn’t it? . . . I want a friend to-night, Lord Darlington: +I didn’t know I would want one so soon.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Lady +Windermere! I knew the time would come some day; but why +to-night?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I +<i>will</i> tell her. I must. It would be terrible if +there were any scene. Margaret . . .</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Mrs. Erlynne!</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span> +<i>starts</i>. <span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span> +<i>enters</i>, <i>very beautifully dressed and very +dignified</i>. <span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> +<i>clutches at her fan</i>, <i>then lets it drop on the +door</i>. <i>She bows coldly to</i> <span +class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>, <i>who bows to her sweetly in +turn</i>, <i>and sails into the room</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. You have +dropped your fan, Lady Windermere. [<i>Picks it up and +hands it to her</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>C.</i>] How do you do, again, Lord Windermere? +How charming your sweet wife looks! Quite a picture!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>In a low +voice</i>.] It was terribly rash of you to come!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Smiling</i>.] The wisest thing I ever did in my +life. And, by the way, you must pay me a good deal of +attention this evening. I am afraid of the women. You +must introduce me to some of them. The men I can always +manage. How do you do, Lord Augustus? You have quite +neglected me lately. I have not seen you since +yesterday. I am afraid you’re faithless. Every +one told me so.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. +[<i>R.</i>] Now really, Mrs. Erlynne, allow me to +explain.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>R.C.</i>] No, dear Lord Augustus, you can’t +explain anything. It is your chief charm.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Ah! if you +find charms in me, Mrs. Erlynne—</p> +<p>[<i>They converse together</i>. <span class="smcap">Lord +Windermere</span> <i>moves uneasily about the room watching</i> +<span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>To</i> +<span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>.] How pale you +are!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Cowards are +always pale!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. You look +faint. Come out on the terrace.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes. +[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Parker</span>.] Parker, send +my cloak out.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Crossing to +her</i>.] Lady Windermere, how beautifully your terrace is +illuminated. Reminds me of Prince Doria’s at +Rome.</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> <i>bows +coldly</i>, <i>and goes off with</i> <span class="smcap">Lord +Darlington</span>.]</p> +<p>Oh, how do you do, Mr. Graham? Isn’t that your +aunt, Lady Jedburgh? I should so much like to know her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. [<i>After a +moment’s hesitation and embarrassment</i>.] Oh, +certainly, if you wish it. Aunt Caroline, allow me to +introduce Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. So pleased to +meet you, Lady Jedburgh. [<i>Sits beside her on the +sofa</i>.] Your nephew and I are great friends. I am +so much interested in his political career. I think +he’s sure to be a wonderful success. He thinks like a +Tory, and talks like a Radical, and that’s so important +nowadays. He’s such a brilliant talker, too. +But we all know from whom he inherits that. Lord Allandale +was saying to me only yesterday, in the Park, that Mr. Graham +talks almost as well as his aunt.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Jedburgh</span>. +[<i>R.</i>] Most kind of you to say these charming things +to me! [<span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span> +<i>smiles</i>, <i>and continues conversation</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. [<i>To</i> <span +class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>.] Did you introduce Mrs. +Erlynne to Lady Jedburgh?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Had to, my dear +fellow. Couldn’t help it! That woman can make +one do anything she wants. How, I don’t know.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Hope to goodness she +won’t speak to me! [<i>Saunters towards</i> <span +class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>C.</i> <i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Lady +Jedburgh</span>.] On Thursday? With great +pleasure. [<i>Rises</i>, <i>and speaks to</i> <span +class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>, <i>laughing</i>.] +What a bore it is to have to be civil to these old +dowagers! But they always insist on it!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>. [<i>To</i> +<span class="smcap">Mr. Dumby</span>.] Who is that +well-dressed woman talking to Windermere?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Haven’t got the +slightest idea! Looks like an <i>édition de luxe</i> +of a wicked French novel, meant specially for the English +market.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. So that is poor +Dumby with Lady Plymdale? I hear she is frightfully jealous +of him. He doesn’t seem anxious to speak to me +to-night. I suppose he is afraid of her. Those +straw-coloured women have dreadful tempers. Do you know, I +think I’ll dance with you first, Windermere. [<span +class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span> <i>bites his lip and +frowns</i>.] It will make Lord Augustus so jealous! +Lord Augustus! [<span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span> +<i>comes down</i>.] Lord Windermere insists on my dancing +with him first, and, as it’s his own house, I can’t +well refuse. You know I would much sooner dance with +you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. [<i>With a low +bow</i>.] I wish I could think so, Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. You know it far +too well. I can fancy a person dancing through life with +you and finding it charming.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. [<i>Placing +his hand on his white waistcoat</i>.] Oh, thank you, thank +you. You are the most adorable of all ladies!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. What a nice +speech! So simple and so sincere! Just the sort of +speech I like. Well, you shall hold my bouquet. +[<i>Goes towards ball-room on</i> <span class="smcap">Lord +Windermere’s</span> <i>arm</i>.] Ah, Mr. Dumby, how +are you? I am so sorry I have been out the last three times +you have called. Come and lunch on Friday.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. [<i>With perfect +nonchalance</i>.] Delighted!</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span> <i>glares with +indignation at</i> <span class="smcap">Mr. Dumby</span>. +<span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span> <i>follows</i> <span +class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span> <i>and</i> <span +class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span> <i>into the ball-room +holding bouquet</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>. [<i>To</i> +<span class="smcap">Mr. Dumby</span>.] What an absolute +brute you are! I never can believe a word you say! +Why did you tell me you didn’t know her? What do you +mean by calling on her three times running? You are not to +go to lunch there; of course you understand that?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. My dear Laura, I +wouldn’t dream of going!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>. You +haven’t told me her name yet! Who is she?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. [<i>Coughs slightly +and smooths his hair</i>.] She’s a Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>. That +woman!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Yes; that is what +every one calls her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>. How very +interesting! How intensely interesting! I really must +have a good stare at her. [<i>Goes to door of ball-room and +looks in</i>.] I have heard the most shocking things about +her. They say she is ruining poor Windermere. And +Lady Windermere, who goes in for being so proper, invites +her! How extremely amusing! It takes a thoroughly +good woman to do a thoroughly stupid thing. You are to +lunch there on Friday!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Why?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>. Because I want +you to take my husband with you. He has been so attentive +lately, that he has become a perfect nuisance. Now, this +woman is just the thing for him. He’ll dance +attendance upon her as long as she lets him, and won’t +bother me. I assure you, women of that kind are most +useful. They form the basis of other people’s +marriages.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. What a mystery you +are!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>. [<i>Looking at +him</i>.] I wish <i>you</i> were!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. I am—to +myself. I am the only person in the world I should like to +know thoroughly; but I don’t see any chance of it just at +present.</p> +<p>[<i>They pass into the ball-room</i>, <i>and</i> <span +class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> <i>and</i> <span +class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span> <i>enter from the +terrace</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes. +Her coming here is monstrous, unbearable. I know now what +you meant to-day at tea-time. Why didn’t you tell me +right out? You should have!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. I +couldn’t! A man can’t tell these things about +another man! But if I had known he was going to make you +ask her here to-night, I think I would have told you. That +insult, at any rate, you would have been spared.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I did not +ask her. He insisted on her coming—against my +entreaties—against my commands. Oh! the house is +tainted for me! I feel that every woman here sneers at me +as she dances by with my husband. What have I done to +deserve this? I gave him all my life. He took +it—used it—spoiled it! I am degraded in my own +eyes; and I lack courage—I am a coward! [<i>Sits down +on sofa</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. If I know +you at all, I know that you can’t live with a man who +treats you like this! What sort of life would you have with +him? You would feel that he was lying to you every moment +of the day. You would feel that the look in his eyes was +false, his voice false, his touch false, his passion false. +He would come to you when he was weary of others; you would have +to comfort him. He would come to you when he was devoted to +others; you would have to charm him. You would have to be +to him the mask of his real life, the cloak to hide his +secret.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You are +right—you are terribly right. But where am I to +turn? You said you would be my friend, Lord +Darlington.—Tell me, what am I to do? Be my friend +now.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Between men +and women there is no friendship possible. There is +passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship. I love +you—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. No, +no! [<i>Rises</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Yes, I love +you! You are more to me than anything in the whole +world. What does your husband give you? +Nothing. Whatever is in him he gives to this wretched +woman, whom he has thrust into your society, into your home, to +shame you before every one. I offer you my life—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Lord +Darlington!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. My +life—my whole life. Take it, and do with it what you +will. . . . I love you—love you as I have never loved any +living thing. From the moment I met you I loved you, loved +you blindly, adoringly, madly! You did not know it +then—you know it now! Leave this house +to-night. I won’t tell you that the world matters +nothing, or the world’s voice, or the voice of +society. They matter a great deal. They matter far +too much. But there are moments when one has to choose +between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, +completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading +existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have +that moment now. Choose! Oh, my love, choose.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Moving +slowly away from him</i>, <i>and looking at him with startled +eyes</i>.] I have not the courage.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. +[<i>Following her</i>.] Yes; you have the courage. +There may be six months of pain, of disgrace even, but when you +no longer bear his name, when you bear mine, all will be +well. Margaret, my love, my wife that shall be some +day—yes, my wife! You know it! What are you +now? This woman has the place that belongs by right to +you. Oh! go—go out of this house, with head erect, +with a smile upon your lips, with courage in your eyes. All +London will know why you did it; and who will blame you? No +one. If they do, what matter? Wrong? What is +wrong? It’s wrong for a man to abandon his wife for a +shameless woman. It is wrong for a wife to remain with a +man who so dishonours her. You said once you would make no +compromise with things. Make none now. Be +brave! Be yourself!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I am afraid +of being myself. Let me think! Let me wait! My +husband may return to me. [<i>Sits down on sofa</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. And you +would take him back! You are not what I thought you +were. You are just the same as every other woman. You +would stand anything rather than face the censure of a world, +whose praise you would despise. In a week you will be +driving with this woman in the Park. She will be your +constant guest—your dearest friend. You would endure +anything rather than break with one blow this monstrous +tie. You are right. You have no courage; none!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Ah, give me +time to think. I cannot answer you now. [<i>Passes +her hand nervously over her brow</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. It must be +now or not at all.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Rising +from the sofa</i>.] Then, not at all! [<i>A +pause</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. You break my +heart!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Mine is +already broken. [<i>A pause</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. To-morrow I +leave England. This is the last time I shall ever look on +you. You will never see me again. For one moment our +lives met—our souls touched. They must never meet or +touch again. Good-bye, Margaret. [<i>Exit</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. How alone I +am in life! How terribly alone!</p> +<p>[<i>The music stops</i>. <i>Enter the</i> <span +class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span> <i>and</i> <span +class="smcap">Lord Paisley</span> <i>laughing and +talking</i>. <i>Other guests come on from +ball-room</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Dear +Margaret, I’ve just been having such a delightful chat with +Mrs. Erlynne. I am so sorry for what I said to you this +afternoon about her. Of course, she must be all right if +<i>you</i> invite her. A most attractive woman, and has +such sensible views on life. Told me she entirely +disapproved of people marrying more than once, so I feel quite +safe about poor Augustus. Can’t imagine why people +speak against her. It’s those horrid nieces of +mine—the Saville girls—they’re always talking +scandal. Still, I should go to Homburg, dear, I really +should. She is just a little too attractive. But +where is Agatha? Oh, there she is: [<span +class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span> <i>and</i> <span +class="smcap">Mr. Hopper</span> <i>enter from terrace +L.U.E.</i>] Mr. Hopper, I am very, very angry with +you. You have taken Agatha out on the terrace, and she is +so delicate.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Hopper</span>. Awfully sorry, +Duchess. We went out for a moment and then got chatting +together.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +[<i>C.</i>] Ah, about dear Australia, I suppose?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Hopper</span>. Yes!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Agatha, +darling! [<i>Beckons her over</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, mamma!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +[<i>Aside</i>.] Did Mr. Hopper definitely—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. And what +answer did you give him, dear child?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +[<i>Affectionately</i>.] My dear one! You always say +the right thing. Mr. Hopper! James! Agatha has +told me everything. How cleverly you have both kept your +secret.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Hopper</span>. You don’t mind +my taking Agatha off to Australia, then, Duchess?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +[<i>Indignantly</i>.] To Australia? Oh, don’t +mention that dreadful vulgar place.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Hopper</span>. But she said +she’d like to come with me.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. +[<i>Severely</i>.] Did you say that, Agatha?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Agatha</span>. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. Agatha, +you say the most silly things possible. I think on the +whole that Grosvenor Square would be a more healthy place to +reside in. There are lots of vulgar people live in +Grosvenor Square, but at any rate there are no horrid kangaroos +crawling about. But we’ll talk about that +to-morrow. James, you can take Agatha down. +You’ll come to lunch, of course, James. At half-past +one, instead of two. The Duke will wish to say a few words +to you, I am sure.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Hopper</span>. I should like to have +a chat with the Duke, Duchess. He has not said a single +word to me yet.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span>. I think +you’ll find he will have a great deal to say to you +to-morrow. [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Lady +Agatha</span> <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Mr. +Hopper</span>.] And now good-night, Margaret. +I’m afraid it’s the old, old story, dear. +Love—well, not love at first sight, but love at the end of +the season, which is so much more satisfactory.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Good-night, +Duchess.</p> +<p>[<i>Exit the</i> <span class="smcap">Duchess of Berwick</span> +<i>on</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Paisley’s</span> +<i>arm</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>. My dear +Margaret, what a handsome woman your husband has been dancing +with! I should be quite jealous if I were you! Is she +a great friend of yours?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. No!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Plymdale</span>. Really? +Good-night, dear. [<i>Looks at</i> <span class="smcap">Mr. +Dumby</span> <i>and exit</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Awful manners young +Hopper has!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Ah! +Hopper is one of Nature’s gentlemen, the worst type of +gentleman I know.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Sensible woman, Lady +Windermere. Lots of wives would have objected to Mrs. +Erlynne coming. But Lady Windermere has that uncommon thing +called common sense.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. And Windermere +knows that nothing looks so like innocence as an +indiscretion.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Yes; dear Windermere +is becoming almost modern. Never thought he would. +[<i>Bows to</i> <span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> <i>and +exit</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Jedburgh</span>. Good night, +Lady Windermere. What a fascinating woman Mrs. Erlynne +is! She is coming to lunch on Thursday, won’t you +come too? I expect the Bishop and dear Lady Merton.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I am afraid +I am engaged, Lady Jedburgh.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Jedburgh</span>. So +sorry. Come, dear. [<i>Exeunt</i> <span +class="smcap">Lady Jedburgh</span> <i>and</i> <span +class="smcap">Miss Graham</span>.]</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Charming ball +it has been! Quite reminds me of old days. [<i>Sits +on sofa</i>.] And I see that there are just as many fools +in society as there used to be. So pleased to find that +nothing has altered! Except Margaret. She’s +grown quite pretty. The last time I saw her—twenty +years ago, she was a fright in flannel. Positive fright, I +assure you. The dear Duchess! and that sweet Lady +Agatha! Just the type of girl I like! Well, really, +Windermere, if I am to be the Duchess’s +sister-in-law—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Sitting +L. of her</i>.] But are you—?</p> +<p>[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Mr. Cecil Graham</span> +<i>with rest of guests</i>. <span class="smcap">Lady +Windermere</span> <i>watches</i>, <i>with a look of scorn and +pain</i>, <span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span> <i>and her +husband</i>. <i>They are unconscious of her +presence</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Oh, yes! +He’s to call to-morrow at twelve o’clock! He +wanted to propose to-night. In fact he did. He kept +on proposing. Poor Augustus, you know how he repeats +himself. Such a bad habit! But I told him I +wouldn’t give him an answer till to-morrow. Of course +I am going to take him. And I dare say I’ll make him +an admirable wife, as wives go. And there is a great deal +of good in Lord Augustus. Fortunately it is all on the +surface. Just where good qualities should be. Of +course you must help me in this matter.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I am not +called on to encourage Lord Augustus, I suppose?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Oh, no! I +do the encouraging. But you will make me a handsome +settlement, Windermere, won’t you?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +[<i>Frowning</i>.] Is that what you want to talk to me +about to-night?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Yes.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>With a +gesture of impatience</i>.] I will not talk of it here.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Laughing</i>.] Then we will talk of it on the +terrace. Even business should have a picturesque +background. Should it not, Windermere? With a proper +background women can do anything.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Won’t +to-morrow do as well?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. No; you see, +to-morrow I am going to accept him. And I think it would be +a good thing if I was able to tell him that I had—well, +what shall I say?—£2000 a year left to me by a third +cousin—or a second husband—or some distant relative +of that kind. It would be an additional attraction, +wouldn’t it? You have a delightful opportunity now of +paying me a compliment, Windermere. But you are not very +clever at paying compliments. I am afraid Margaret +doesn’t encourage you in that excellent habit. +It’s a great mistake on her part. When men give up +saying what is charming, they give up thinking what is +charming. But seriously, what do you say to +£2000? £2500, I think. In modern life +margin is everything. Windermere, don’t you think the +world an intensely amusing place? I do!</p> +<p>[<i>Exit on terrace with</i> <span class="smcap">Lord +Windermere</span>. Music strikes up in ball-room.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. To stay in +this house any longer is impossible. To-night a man who +loves me offered me his whole life. I refused it. It +was foolish of me. I will offer him mine now. I will +give him mine. I will go to him! [<i>Puts on cloak +and goes to the door</i>, <i>then turns back</i>. <i>Sits +down at table and writes a letter</i>, <i>puts it into an +envelope</i>, <i>and leaves it on table</i>.] Arthur has +never understood me. When he reads this, he will. He +may do as he chooses now with his life. I have done with +mine as I think best, as I think right. It is he who has +broken the bond of marriage—not I. I only break its +bondage.</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit</i>.]</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap"><i>Parker</i></span><i> enters L. and +crosses towards the ball-room R.</i> <i>Enter</i> <span +class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Is Lady +Windermere in the ball-room?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Her ladyship has just +gone out.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Gone out? +She’s not on the terrace?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. No, madam. Her +ladyship has just gone out of the house.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Starts</i>, +<i>and looks at the servant with a puzzled expression in her +face</i>.] Out of the house?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Yes, madam—her +ladyship told me she had left a letter for his lordship on the +table.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. A letter for +Lord Windermere?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Yes, madam.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Thank you.</p> +<p>[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Parker</span>. <i>The +music in the ball-room stops</i>.] Gone out of her +house! A letter addressed to her husband! [<i>Goes +over to bureau and looks at letter</i>. <i>Takes it up and +lays it down again with a shudder of fear</i>.] No, +no! It would be impossible! Life doesn’t repeat +its tragedies like that! Oh, why does this horrible fancy +come across me? Why do I remember now the one moment of my +life I most wish to forget? Does life repeat its +tragedies? [<i>Tears letter open and reads it</i>, <i>then +sinks down into a chair with a gesture of anguish</i>.] Oh, +how terrible! The same words that twenty years ago I wrote +to her father! and how bitterly I have been punished for +it! No; my punishment, my real punishment is to-night, is +now! [<i>Still seated R.</i>]</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span> +<i>L.U.E.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Have you +said good-night to my wife? [<i>Comes C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Crushing +letter in her hand</i>.] Yes.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Where is +she?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. She is very +tired. She has gone to bed. She said she had a +headache.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I must go to +her. You’ll excuse me?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Rising +hurriedly</i>.] Oh, no! It’s nothing +serious. She’s only very tired, that is all. +Besides, there are people still in the supper-room. She +wants you to make her apologies to them. She said she +didn’t wish to be disturbed. [<i>Drops +letter</i>.] She asked me to tell you!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Picks up +letter</i>.] You have dropped something.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Oh yes, thank +you, that is mine. [<i>Puts out her hand to take +it</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Still +looking at letter</i>.] But it’s my wife’s +handwriting, isn’t it?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Takes the +letter quickly</i>.] Yes, it’s—an +address. Will you ask them to call my carriage, please?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +Certainly.</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Goes L. and Exit</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Thanks! +What can I do? What can I do? I feel a passion +awakening within me that I never felt before. What can it +mean? The daughter must not be like the mother—that +would be terrible. How can I save her? How can I save +my child? A moment may ruin a life. Who knows that +better than I? Windermere must be got out of the house; +that is absolutely necessary. [<i>Goes L.</i>] But +how shall I do it? It must be done somehow. Ah!</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span> +<i>R.U.E. carrying bouquet</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Dear lady, I +am in such suspense! May I not have an answer to my +request?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Lord Augustus, +listen to me. You are to take Lord Windermere down to your +club at once, and keep him there as long as possible. You +understand?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. But you said +you wished me to keep early hours!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Nervously</i>.] Do what I tell you. Do what I +tell you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. And my +reward?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Your +reward? Your reward? Oh! ask me that to-morrow. +But don’t let Windermere out of your sight to-night. +If you do I will never forgive you. I will never speak to +you again. I’ll have nothing to do with you. +Remember you are to keep Windermere at your club, and don’t +let him come back to-night.</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit L.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Well, really, +I might be her husband already. Positively I might. +[<i>Follows her in a bewildered manner</i>.]</p> + +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<p style="text-align: center"><span class="smcap">Act +Drop</span>.</p> +<h2>THIRD ACT</h2> +<p style="text-align: center">SCENE</p> +<p><i>Lord Darlington’s Rooms</i>. <i>A large sofa is +in front of fireplace R.</i> <i>At the back of the stage a +curtain is drawn across the window</i>. <i>Doors L. and +R.</i> <i>Table R. with writing materials. Table C. +with syphons, glasses, and Tantalus frame</i>. <i>Table L. +with cigar and cigarette box. Lamps lit</i>.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Standing +by the fireplace</i>.] Why doesn’t he come? +This waiting is horrible. He should be here. Why is +he not here, to wake by passionate words some fire within +me? I am cold—cold as a loveless thing. Arthur +must have read my letter by this time. If he cared for me, +he would have come after me, would have taken me back by +force. But he doesn’t care. He’s +entrammelled by this woman—fascinated by +her—dominated by her. If a woman wants to hold a man, +she has merely to appeal to what is worst in him. We make +gods of men and they leave us. Others make brutes of them +and they fawn and are faithful. How hideous life is! . . . +Oh! it was mad of me to come here, horribly mad. And yet, +which is the worst, I wonder, to be at the mercy of a man who +loves one, or the wife of a man who in one’s own house +dishonours one? What woman knows? What woman in the +whole world? But will he love me always, this man to whom I +am giving my life? What do I bring him? Lips that +have lost the note of joy, eyes that are blinded by tears, chill +hands and icy heart. I bring him nothing. I must go +back—no; I can’t go back, my letter has put me in +their power—Arthur would not take me back! That fatal +letter! No! Lord Darlington leaves England +to-morrow. I will go with him—I have no choice. +[<i>Sits down for a few moments</i>. <i>Then starts up and +puts on her cloak</i>.] No, no! I will go back, let +Arthur do with me what he pleases. I can’t wait +here. It has been madness my coming. I must go at +once. As for Lord Darlington—Oh! here he is! +What shall I do? What can I say to him? Will he let +me go away at all? I have heard that men are brutal, +horrible . . . Oh! [<i>Hides her face in her +hands</i>.]</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span> +<i>L.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Lady +Windermere! [<span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> +<i>starts and looks up</i>. <i>Then recoils in +contempt</i>.] Thank Heaven I am in time. You must go +back to your husband’s house immediately.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Must?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Authoritatively</i>.] Yes, you must! There is not +a second to be lost. Lord Darlington may return at any +moment.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Don’t +come near me!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Oh! You +are on the brink of ruin, you are on the brink of a hideous +precipice. You must leave this place at once, my carriage +is waiting at the corner of the street. You must come with +me and drive straight home.</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> <i>throws off her +cloak and flings it on the sofa</i>.]</p> +<p>What are you doing?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Mrs. +Erlynne—if you had not come here, I would have gone +back. But now that I see you, I feel that nothing in the +whole world would induce me to live under the same roof as Lord +Windermere. You fill me with horror. There is +something about you that stirs the wildest—rage within +me. And I know why you are here. My husband sent you +to lure me back that I might serve as a blind to whatever +relations exist between you and him.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Oh! You +don’t think that—you can’t.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Go back to +my husband, Mrs. Erlynne. He belongs to you and not to +me. I suppose he is afraid of a scandal. Men are such +cowards. They outrage every law of the world, and are +afraid of the world’s tongue. But he had better +prepare himself. He shall have a scandal. He shall +have the worst scandal there has been in London for years. +He shall see his name in every vile paper, mine on every hideous +placard.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +No—no—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes! he +shall. Had he come himself, I admit I would have gone back +to the life of degradation you and he had prepared for me—I +was going back—but to stay himself at home, and to send you +as his messenger—oh! it was infamous—infamous.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>C.</i>] Lady Windermere, you wrong me +horribly—you wrong your husband horribly. He +doesn’t know you are here—he thinks you are safe in +your own house. He thinks you are asleep in your own +room. He never read the mad letter you wrote to him!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>R.</i>] Never read it!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. No—he +knows nothing about it.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. How simple +you think me! [<i>Going to her</i>.] You are lying to +me!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Restraining +herself</i>.] I am not. I am telling you the +truth.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. If my +husband didn’t read my letter, how is it that you are +here? Who told you I had left the house you were shameless +enough to enter? Who told you where I had gone to? My +husband told you, and sent you to decoy me back. +[<i>Crosses L.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>R.C.</i>] Your husband has never seen the letter. +I—saw it, I opened it. I—read it.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Turning +to her</i>.] You opened a letter of mine to my +husband? You wouldn’t dare!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Dare! Oh! +to save you from the abyss into which you are falling, there is +nothing in the world I would not dare, nothing in the whole +world. Here is the letter. Your husband has never +read it. He never shall read it. [<i>Going to +fireplace</i>.] It should never have been written. +[<i>Tears it and throws it into the fire</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>With +infinite contempt in her voice and look</i>.] How do I know +that that was my letter after all? You seem to think the +commonest device can take me in!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Oh! why do you +disbelieve everything I tell you? What object do you think +I have in coming here, except to save you from utter ruin, to +save you from the consequence of a hideous mistake? That +letter that is burnt now <i>was</i> your letter. I swear it +to you!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Slowly</i>.] You took good care to burn it before I had +examined it. I cannot trust you. You, whose whole +life is a lie, could you speak the truth about anything? +[<i>Sits down</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Hurriedly</i>.] Think as you like about me—say +what you choose against me, but go back, go back to the husband +you love.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Sullenly</i>.] I do <i>not</i> love him!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. You do, and you +know that he loves you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. He does not +understand what love is. He understands it as little as you +do—but I see what you want. It would be a great +advantage for you to get me back. Dear Heaven! what a life +I would have then! Living at the mercy of a woman who has +neither mercy nor pity in her, a woman whom it is an infamy to +meet, a degradation to know, a vile woman, a woman who comes +between husband and wife!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>With a +gesture of despair</i>.] Lady Windermere, Lady Windermere, +don’t say such terrible things. You don’t know +how terrible they are, how terrible and how unjust. Listen, +you must listen! Only go back to your husband, and I +promise you never to communicate with him again on any +pretext—never to see him—never to have anything to do +with his life or yours. The money that he gave me, he gave +me not through love, but through hatred, not in worship, but in +contempt. The hold I have over him—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Rising</i>.] Ah! you admit you have a hold!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Yes, and I will +tell you what it is. It is his love for you, Lady +Windermere.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You expect +me to believe that?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. You must +believe it! It is true. It is his love for you that +has made him submit to—oh! call it what you like, tyranny, +threats, anything you choose. But it is his love for +you. His desire to spare you—shame, yes, shame and +disgrace.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. What do you +mean? You are insolent! What have I to do with +you?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Humbly</i>.] Nothing. I know it—but I tell +you that your husband loves you—that you may never meet +with such love again in your whole life—that such love you +will never meet—and that if you throw it away, the day may +come when you will starve for love and it will not be given to +you, beg for love and it will be denied you—Oh! Arthur +loves you!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +Arthur? And you tell me there is nothing between you?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Lady +Windermere, before Heaven your husband is guiltless of all +offence towards you! And I—I tell you that had it +ever occurred to me that such a monstrous suspicion would have +entered your mind, I would have died rather than have crossed +your life or his—oh! died, gladly died! [<i>Moves +away to sofa R.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You talk as +if you had a heart. Women like you have no hearts. +Heart is not in you. You are bought and sold. +[<i>Sits L.C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Starts</i>, +<i>with a gesture of pain</i>. <i>Then restrains +herself</i>, <i>and comes over to where</i> <span +class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> <i>is sitting</i>. +<i>As she speaks</i>, <i>she stretches out her hands towards +her</i>, <i>but does not dare to touch her</i>.] Believe +what you choose about me. I am not worth a moment’s +sorrow. But don’t spoil your beautiful young life on +my account! You don’t know what may be in store for +you, unless you leave this house at once. You don’t +know what it is to fall into the pit, to be despised, mocked, +abandoned, sneered at—to be an outcast! to find the door +shut against one, to have to creep in by hideous byways, afraid +every moment lest the mask should be stripped from one’s +face, and all the while to hear the laughter, the horrible +laughter of the world, a thing more tragic than all the tears the +world has ever shed. You don’t know what it is. +One pays for one’s sin, and then one pays again, and all +one’s life one pays. You must never know +that.—As for me, if suffering be an expiation, then at this +moment I have expiated all my faults, whatever they have been; +for to-night you have made a heart in one who had it not, made it +and broken it.—But let that pass. I may have wrecked +my own life, but I will not let you wreck yours. +You—why, you are a mere girl, you would be lost. You +haven’t got the kind of brains that enables a woman to get +back. You have neither the wit nor the courage. You +couldn’t stand dishonour! No! Go back, Lady +Windermere, to the husband who loves you, whom you love. +You have a child, Lady Windermere. Go back to that child +who even now, in pain or in joy, may be calling to you. +[<span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> <i>rises</i>.] +God gave you that child. He will require from you that you +make his life fine, that you watch over him. What answer +will you make to God if his life is ruined through you? +Back to your house, Lady Windermere—your husband loves +you! He has never swerved for a moment from the love he +bears you. But even if he had a thousand loves, you must +stay with your child. If he was harsh to you, you must stay +with your child. If he ill-treated you, you must stay with +your child. If he abandoned you, your place is with your +child.</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> <i>bursts into +tears and buries her face in her hands</i>.]</p> +<p>[<i>Rushing to her</i>.] Lady Windermere!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Holding +out her hands to her</i>, <i>helplessly</i>, <i>as a child might +do</i>.] Take me home. Take me home.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Is about to +embrace her</i>. <i>Then restrains herself</i>. +<i>There is a look of wonderful joy in her face</i>.] +Come! Where is your cloak? [<i>Getting it from +sofa</i>.] Here. Put it on. Come at once!</p> +<p>[<i>They go to the door</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Stop! +Don’t you hear voices?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. No, no! +There was no one!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes, there +is! Listen! Oh! that is my husband’s +voice! He is coming in! Save me! Oh, it’s +some plot! You have sent for him.</p> +<p>[<i>Voices outside</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Silence! +I’m here to save you, if I can. But I fear it is too +late! There! [<i>Points to the curtain across the +window</i>.] The first chance you have, slip out, if you +ever get a chance!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. But you?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Oh! never mind +me. I’ll face them.</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> <i>hides herself +behind the curtain</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. +[<i>Outside</i>.] Nonsense, dear Windermere, you must not +leave me!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Lord +Augustus! Then it is I who am lost! [<i>Hesitates for +a moment</i>, then <i>looks round and sees door R.</i>, <i>and +exits through it</i>.]</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>, +<span class="smcap">Mr. Dumby</span>, <span class="smcap">Lord +Windermere</span>, <span class="smcap">Lord Augustus +Lorton</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mr. Cecil +Graham</span>.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. What a nuisance their +turning us out of the club at this hour! It’s only +two o’clock. [<i>Sinks into a chair</i>.] The +lively part of the evening is only just beginning. +[<i>Yawns and closes his eyes</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. It is very +good of you, Lord Darlington, allowing Augustus to force our +company on you, but I’m afraid I can’t stay long.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. +Really! I am so sorry! You’ll take a cigar, +won’t you?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +Thanks! [<i>Sits down</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. [<i>To</i> +<span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>.] My dear boy, +you must not dream of going. I have a great deal to talk to +you about, of demmed importance, too. [<i>Sits down with +him at L. table</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Oh! We +all know what that is! Tuppy can’t talk about +anything but Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Well, that +is no business of yours, is it, Cecil?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. None! +That is why it interests me. My own business always bores +me to death. I prefer other people’s.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Have +something to drink, you fellows. Cecil, you’ll have a +whisky and soda?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Thanks. +[<i>Goes to table with</i> <span class="smcap">Lord +Darlington</span>.] Mrs. Erlynne looked very handsome +to-night, didn’t she?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. I am not one +of her admirers.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. I usen’t +to be, but I am now. Why! she actually made me introduce +her to poor dear Aunt Caroline. I believe she is going to +lunch there.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>In +Purple</i>.] No?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. She is, +really.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Excuse me, +you fellows. I’m going away to-morrow. And I +have to write a few letters. [<i>Goes to writing table and +sits down</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Clever woman, Mrs. +Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Hallo, +Dumby! I thought you were asleep.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. I am, I usually +am!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. A very clever +woman. Knows perfectly well what a demmed fool I +am—knows it as well as I do myself.</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span> <i>comes towards him +laughing</i>.]</p> +<p>Ah, you may laugh, my boy, but it is a great thing to come +across a woman who thoroughly understands one.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. It is an awfully +dangerous thing. They always end by marrying one.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. But I thought, +Tuppy, you were never going to see her again! Yes! you told +me so yesterday evening at the club. You said you’d +heard—</p> +<p>[<i>Whispering to him</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Oh, +she’s explained that.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. And the +Wiesbaden affair?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. She’s +explained that too.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. And her income, +Tuppy? Has she explained that?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. [<i>In a very +serious voice</i>.] She’s going to explain that +to-morrow.</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span> <i>goes back to C. +table</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Awfully commercial, +women nowadays. Our grandmothers threw their caps over the +mills, of course, but, by Jove, their granddaughters only throw +their caps over mills that can raise the wind for them.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. You want to +make her out a wicked woman. She is not!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Oh! +Wicked women bother one. Good women bore one. That is +the only difference between them.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. [<i>Puffing a +cigar</i>.] Mrs. Erlynne has a future before her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Mrs. Erlynne has a +past before her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. I prefer women +with a past. They’re always so demmed amusing to talk +to.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Well, +you’ll have lots of topics of conversation with <i>her</i>, +Tuppy. [<i>Rising and going to him</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. You’re +getting annoying, dear-boy; you’re getting demmed +annoying.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. [<i>Puts his +hands on his shoulders</i>.] Now, Tuppy, you’ve lost +your figure and you’ve lost your character. +Don’t lose your temper; you have only got one.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. My dear boy, +if I wasn’t the most good-natured man in London—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. We’d +treat you with more respect, wouldn’t we, Tuppy? +[<i>Strolls away</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. The youth of the +present day are quite monstrous. They have absolutely no +respect for dyed hair. [<span class="smcap">Lord +Augustus</span> <i>looks round angrily</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Mrs. Erlynne +has a very great respect for dear Tuppy.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Then Mrs. Erlynne sets +an admirable example to the rest of her sex. It is +perfectly brutal the way most women nowadays behave to men who +are not their husbands.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Dumby, you +are ridiculous, and Cecil, you let your tongue run away with +you. You must leave Mrs. Erlynne alone. You +don’t really know anything about her, and you’re +always talking scandal against her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. [<i>Coming +towards him L.C.</i>] My dear Arthur, I never talk +scandal. <i>I</i> only talk gossip.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. What is the +difference between scandal and gossip?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Oh! gossip is +charming! History is merely gossip. But scandal is +gossip made tedious by morality. Now, I never +moralise. A man who moralises is usually a hypocrite, and a +woman who moralises is invariably plain. There is nothing +in the whole world so unbecoming to a woman as a Nonconformist +conscience. And most women know it, I’m glad to +say.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Just my +sentiments, dear boy, just my sentiments.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Sorry to hear +it, Tuppy; whenever people agree with me, I always feel I must be +wrong.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. My dear boy, +when I was your age—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. But you never +were, Tuppy, and you never will be. [<i>Goes up +C.</i>] I say, Darlington, let us have some cards. +You’ll play, Arthur, won’t you?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. No, thanks, +Cecil.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. [<i>With a +sigh</i>.] Good heavens! how marriage ruins a man! +It’s as demoralising as cigarettes, and far more +expensive.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. You’ll +play, of course, Tuppy?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. [<i>Pouring +himself out a brandy and soda at table</i>.] Can’t, +dear boy. Promised Mrs. Erlynne never to play or drink +again.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Now, my dear +Tuppy, don’t be led astray into the paths of virtue. +Reformed, you would be perfectly tedious. That is the worst +of women. They always want one to be good. And if we +are good, when they meet us, they don’t love us at +all. They like to find us quite irretrievably bad, and to +leave us quite unattractively good.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Rising +from R. table</i>, <i>where he has been writing +letters</i>.] They always do find us bad!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. I don’t think we +are bad. I think we are all good, except Tuppy.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. No, we are +all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. +[<i>Sits down at C. table</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. We are all in the +gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars? Upon my +word, you are very romantic to-night, Darlington.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Too +romantic! You must be in love. Who is the girl?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. The woman I +love is not free, or thinks she isn’t. [<i>Glances +instinctively at</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span> +<i>while he speaks</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. A married +woman, then! Well, there’s nothing in the world like +the devotion of a married woman. It’s a thing no +married man knows anything about.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Oh! she +doesn’t love me. She is a good woman. She is +the only good woman I have ever met in my life.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. The only good +woman you have ever met in your life?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Yes!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. [<i>Lighting a +cigarette</i>.] Well, you are a lucky fellow! Why, I +have met hundreds of good women. I never seem to meet any +but good women. The world is perfectly packed with good +women. To know them is a middle-class education.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. This woman +has purity and innocence. She has everything we men have +lost.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. My dear fellow, +what on earth should we men do going about with purity and +innocence? A carefully thought-out buttonhole is much more +effective.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. She doesn’t +really love you then?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. No, she does +not!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. I congratulate you, my +dear fellow. In this world there are only two +tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other +is getting it. The last is much the worst; the last is a +real tragedy! But I am interested to hear she does not love +you. How long could you love a woman who didn’t love +you, Cecil?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. A woman who +didn’t love me? Oh, all my life!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. So could I. But +it’s so difficult to meet one.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. How can you +be so conceited, <span class="smcap">Dumby</span>?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. I didn’t say it +as a matter of conceit. I said it as a matter of +regret. I have been wildly, madly adored. I am sorry +I have. It has been an immense nuisance. I should +like to be allowed a little time to myself now and then.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. [<i>Looking +round</i>.] Time to educate yourself, I suppose.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. No, time to forget all +I have learned. That is much more important, dear +Tuppy. [<span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span> <i>moves +uneasily in his chair</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. What cynics +you fellows are!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. What is a +cynic? [<i>Sitting on the back of the sofa</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. A man who +knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. And a +sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who sees an absurd +value in everything, and doesn’t know the market price of +any single thing.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. You always +amuse me, Cecil. You talk as if you were a man of +experience.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. I am. +[<i>Moves up to front off fireplace</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. You are far +too young!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. That is a great +error. Experience is a question of instinct about +life. I have got it. Tuppy hasn’t. +Experience is the name Tuppy gives to his mistakes. That is +all. [<span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span> <i>looks +round indignantly</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Experience is the name +every one gives to their mistakes.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. [<i>Standing +with his back to the fireplace</i>.] One shouldn’t +commit any. [<i>Sees</i> <span class="smcap">Lady +Windermere’s</span> <i>fan on sofa</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. Life would be very +dull without them.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Of course you +are quite faithful to this woman you are in love with, +Darlington, to this good woman?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Cecil, if one +really loves a woman, all other women in the world become +absolutely meaningless to one. Love changes +one—<i>I</i> am changed.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Dear me! +How very interesting! Tuppy, I want to talk to you. +[<span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span> <i>takes no +notice</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Dumby</span>. It’s no use +talking to Tuppy. You might just as well talk to a brick +wall.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. But I like +talking to a brick wall—it’s the only thing in the +world that never contradicts me! Tuppy!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Well, what is +it? What is it? [<i>Rising and going over to</i> +<span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Come over +here. I want you particularly. [<i>Aside</i>.] +Darlington has been moralising and talking about the purity of +love, and that sort of thing, and he has got some woman in his +rooms all the time.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. No, really! +really!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. [<i>In a low +voice</i>.] Yes, here is her fan. [<i>Points to the +fan</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. +[<i>Chuckling</i>.] By Jove! By Jove!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Up by +door</i>.] I am really off now, Lord Darlington. I am +sorry you are leaving England so soon. Pray call on us when +you come back! My wife and I will be charmed to see +you!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Upstage +with</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>.] I am +afraid I shall be away for many years. Good-night!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Arthur!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. What?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. I want to speak +to you for a moment. No, do come!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Putting +on his coat</i>.] I can’t—I’m off!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. It is something +very particular. It will interest you enormously.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +[<i>Smiling</i>.] It is some of your nonsense, Cecil.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. It +isn’t! It isn’t really.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. [<i>Going to +him</i>.] My dear fellow, you mustn’t go yet. I +have a lot to talk to you about. And Cecil has something to +show you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Walking +over</i>.] Well, what is it?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. Darlington has +got a woman here in his rooms. Here is her fan. +Amusing, isn’t it? [<i>A pause</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Good +God! [<i>Seizes the fan</i>—<span +class="smcap">Dumby</span> <i>rises</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil Graham</span>. What is the +matter?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Lord +Darlington!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Turning +round</i>.] Yes!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. What is my +wife’s fan doing here in your rooms? Hands off, +Cecil. Don’t touch me.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. Your +wife’s fan?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Yes, here it +is!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. [<i>Walking +towards him</i>.] I don’t know!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. You must +know. I demand an explanation. Don’t hold me, +you fool. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Cecil +Graham</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. +[<i>Aside</i>.] She is here after all!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Speak, +sir! Why is my wife’s fan here? Answer +me! By God! I’ll search your rooms, and if my +wife’s here, I’ll— [<i>Moves</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span>. You shall +not search my rooms. You have no right to do so. I +forbid you!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. You +scoundrel! I’ll not leave your room till I have +searched every corner of it! What moves behind that +curtain? [<i>Rushes towards the curtain C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Enters +behind R.</i>] Lord Windermere!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Mrs. +Erlynne!</p> +<p>[<i>Every one starts and turns round</i>. <span +class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> <i>slips out from behind the +curtain and glides from the room L.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. I am afraid I +took your wife’s fan in mistake for my own, when I was +leaving your house to-night. I am so sorry. [<i>Takes +fan from him</i>. <span class="smcap">Lord +Windermere</span> <i>looks at her in contempt</i>. <span +class="smcap">Lord Darlington</span> <i>in mingled astonishment +and anger</i>. <span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span> +<i>turns away</i>. <i>The other men smile at each +other</i>.]</p> +<p style="text-align: center"><span class="smcap">Act +Drop</span>.</p> +<h2>FOURTH ACT</h2> +<p style="text-align: center">SCENE—Same as in Act I.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Lying on +sofa</i>.] How can I tell him? I can’t tell +him. It would kill me. I wonder what happened after I +escaped from that horrible room. Perhaps she told them the +true reason of her being there, and the real meaning of +that—fatal fan of mine. Oh, if he knows—how can +I look him in the face again? He would never forgive +me. [<i>Touches bell</i>.] How securely one thinks +one lives—out of reach of temptation, sin, folly. And +then suddenly—Oh! Life is terrible. It rules +us, we do not rule it.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rosalie</span> +<i>R.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Rosalie</span>. Did your ladyship +ring for me?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes. +Have you found out at what time Lord Windermere came in last +night?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Rosalie</span>. His lordship did not +come in till five o’clock.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Five +o’clock? He knocked at my door this morning, +didn’t he?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Rosalie</span>. Yes, my +lady—at half-past nine. I told him your ladyship was +not awake yet.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Did he say +anything?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Rosalie</span>. Something about your +ladyship’s fan. I didn’t quite catch what his +lordship said. Has the fan been lost, my lady? I +can’t find it, and Parker says it was not left in any of +the rooms. He has looked in all of them and on the terrace +as well.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. It +doesn’t matter. Tell Parker not to trouble. +That will do.</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit</i> <span +class="smcap">Rosalie</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Rising</i>.] She is sure to tell him. I can fancy +a person doing a wonderful act of self-sacrifice, doing it +spontaneously, recklessly, nobly—and afterwards finding out +that it costs too much. Why should she hesitate between her +ruin and mine? . . . How strange! I would have publicly +disgraced her in my own house. She accepts public disgrace +in the house of another to save me. . . . There is a bitter irony +in things, a bitter irony in the way we talk of good and bad +women. . . . Oh, what a lesson! and what a pity that in life we +only get our lessons when they are of no use to us! For +even if she doesn’t tell, I must. Oh! the shame of +it, the shame of it. To tell it is to live through it all +again. Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the +second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are +merciless. . . . Oh! [<i>Starts as</i> <span +class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span> <i>enters</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Kisses +her</i>.] Margaret—how pale you look!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I slept very +badly.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Sitting +on sofa with her</i>.] I am so sorry. I came in +dreadfully late, and didn’t like to wake you. You are +crying, dear.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes, I am +crying, for I have something to tell you, Arthur.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. My dear +child, you are not well. You’ve been doing too +much. Let us go away to the country. You’ll be +all right at Selby. The season is almost over. There +is no use staying on. Poor darling! We’ll go +away to-day, if you like. [<i>Rises</i>.] We can +easily catch the 3.40. I’ll send a wire to +Fannen. [<i>Crosses and sits down at table to write a +telegram</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes; let us +go away to-day. No; I can’t go to-day, Arthur. +There is some one I must see before I leave town—some one +who has been kind to me.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Rising +and leaning over sofa</i>.] Kind to you?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Far more +than that. [<i>Rises and goes to him</i>.] I will +tell you, Arthur, but only love me, love me as you used to love +me.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Used +to? You are not thinking of that wretched woman who came +here last night? [<i>Coming round and sitting R. of +her</i>.] You don’t still imagine—no, you +couldn’t.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I +don’t. I know now I was wrong and foolish.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. It was very +good of you to receive her last night—but you are never to +see her again.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Why do you +say that? [<i>A pause</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Holding +her hand</i>.] Margaret, I thought Mrs. Erlynne was a woman +more sinned against than sinning, as the phrase goes. I +thought she wanted to be good, to get back into a place that she +had lost by a moment’s folly, to lead again a decent +life. I believed what she told me—I was mistaken in +her. She is bad—as bad as a woman can be.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Arthur, +Arthur, don’t talk so bitterly about any woman. I +don’t think now that people can be divided into the good +and the bad as though they were two separate races or +creations. What are called good women may have terrible +things in them, mad moods of recklessness, assertion, jealousy, +sin. Bad women, as they are termed, may have in them +sorrow, repentance, pity, sacrifice. And I don’t +think Mrs. Erlynne a bad woman—I know she’s not.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. My dear +child, the woman’s impossible. No matter what harm +she tries to do us, you must never see her again. She is +inadmissible anywhere.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. But I want +to see her. I want her to come here.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Never!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. She came +here once as <i>your</i> guest. She must come now as +<i>mine</i>. That is but fair.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. She should +never have come here.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Rising</i>.] It is too late, Arthur, to say that +now. [<i>Moves away</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +[<i>Rising</i>.] Margaret, if you knew where Mrs. Erlynne +went last night, after she left this house, you would not sit in +the same room with her. It was absolutely shameless, the +whole thing.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Arthur, I +can’t bear it any longer. I must tell you. Last +night—</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Parker</span> <i>with a tray +on which lie</i> <span class="smcap">Lady +Windermere’s</span> <i>fan and a card</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Mrs. Erlynne has +called to return your ladyship’s fan which she took away by +mistake last night. Mrs. Erlynne has written a message on +the card.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Oh, ask Mrs. +Erlynne to be kind enough to come up. [<i>Reads +card</i>.] Say I shall be very glad to see her.</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit</i> <span +class="smcap">Parker</span>.]</p> +<p>She wants to see me, Arthur.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Takes +card and looks at it</i>.] Margaret, I <i>beg</i> you not +to. Let me see her first, at any rate. She’s a +very dangerous woman. She is the most dangerous woman I +know. You don’t realise what you’re doing.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. It is right +that I should see her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. My child, +you may be on the brink of a great sorrow. Don’t go +to meet it. It is absolutely necessary that I should see +her before you do.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Why should +it be necessary?</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Parker</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>.]</p> +<p style="text-align: right">[<i>Exit</i> <span +class="smcap">Parker</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. How do you do, +Lady Windermere? [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Lord +Windermere</span>.] How do you do? Do you know, Lady +Windermere, I am so sorry about your fan. I can’t +imagine how I made such a silly mistake. Most stupid of +me. And as I was driving in your direction, I thought I +would take the opportunity of returning your property in person +with many apologies for my carelessness, and of bidding you +good-bye.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +Good-bye? [<i>Moves towards sofa with</i> <span +class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span> <i>and sits down beside +her</i>.] Are you going away, then, Mrs. Erlynne?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Yes; I am going +to live abroad again. The English climate doesn’t +suit me. My—heart is affected here, and that I +don’t like. I prefer living in the south. +London is too full of fogs and—and serious people, Lord +Windermere. Whether the fogs produce the serious people or +whether the serious people produce the fogs, I don’t know, +but the whole thing rather gets on my nerves, and so I’m +leaving this afternoon by the Club Train.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. This +afternoon? But I wanted so much to come and see you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. How kind of +you! But I am afraid I have to go.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Shall I +never see you again, Mrs. Erlynne?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. I am afraid +not. Our lives lie too far apart. But there is a +little thing I would like you to do for me. I want a +photograph of you, Lady Windermere—would you give me +one? You don’t know how gratified I should be.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Oh, with +pleasure. There is one on that table. I’ll show +it to you. [<i>Goes across to the table</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Coming +up to</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span> <i>and speaking +in a low voice</i>.] It is monstrous your intruding +yourself here after your conduct last night.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>With an +amused smile</i>.] My dear Windermere, manners before +morals!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Returning</i>.] I’m afraid it is very +flattering—I am not so pretty as that. [<i>Showing +photograph</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. You are much +prettier. But haven’t you got one of yourself with +your little boy?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I +have. Would you prefer one of those?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Yes.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I’ll +go and get it for you, if you’ll excuse me for a +moment. I have one upstairs.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. So sorry, Lady +Windermere, to give you so much trouble.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Moves to +door R.</i>] No trouble at all, Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Thanks so +much.</p> +<p>[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> +<i>R.</i>] You seem rather out of temper this morning, +Windermere. Why should you be? Margaret and I get on +charmingly together.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I +can’t bear to see you with her. Besides, you have not +told me the truth, Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. I have not told +<i>her</i> the truth, you mean.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Standing +C.</i>] I sometimes wish you had. I should have been +spared then the misery, the anxiety, the annoyance of the last +six months. But rather than my wife should know—that +the mother whom she was taught to consider as dead, the mother +whom she has mourned as dead, is living—a divorced woman, +going about under an assumed name, a bad woman preying upon life, +as I know you now to be—rather than that, I was ready to +supply you with money to pay bill after bill, extravagance after +extravagance, to risk what occurred yesterday, the first quarrel +I have ever had with my wife. You don’t understand +what that means to me. How could you? But I tell you +that the only bitter words that ever came from those sweet lips +of hers were on your account, and I hate to see you next +her. You sully the innocence that is in her. [<i>Moves +L.C.</i>] And then I used to think that with all your +faults you were frank and honest. You are not.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Why do you say +that?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. You made me +get you an invitation to my wife’s ball.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. For my +daughter’s ball—yes.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. You came, +and within an hour of your leaving the house you are found in a +man’s rooms—you are disgraced before every one. +[<i>Goes up stage C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Yes.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Turning +round on her</i>.] Therefore I have a right to look upon +you as what you are—a worthless, vicious woman. I +have the right to tell you never to enter this house, never to +attempt to come near my wife—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Coldly</i>.] My daughter, you mean.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. You have no +right to claim her as your daughter. You left her, +abandoned her when she was but a child in the cradle, abandoned +her for your lover, who abandoned you in turn.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Rising</i>.] Do you count that to his credit, Lord +Windermere—or to mine?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. To his, now +that I know you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Take +care—you had better be careful.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Oh, I am not +going to mince words for you. I know you thoroughly.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Looks +steadily at him</i>.] I question that.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I <i>do</i> +know you. For twenty years of your life you lived without +your child, without a thought of your child. One day you +read in the papers that she had married a rich man. You saw +your hideous chance. You knew that to spare her the +ignominy of learning that a woman like you was her mother, I +would endure anything. You began your blackmailing.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Shrugging +her shoulders</i>.] Don’t use ugly words, +Windermere. They are vulgar. I saw my chance, it is +true, and took it.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Yes, you +took it—and spoiled it all last night by being found +out.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>With a +strange smile</i>.] You are quite right, I spoiled it all +last night.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. And as for +your blunder in taking my wife’s fan from here and then +leaving it about in Darlington’s rooms, it is +unpardonable. I can’t bear the sight of it now. +I shall never let my wife use it again. The thing is soiled +for me. You should have kept it and not brought it +back.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. I think I shall +keep it. [<i>Goes up</i>.] It’s extremely +pretty. [<i>Takes up fan</i>.] I shall ask Margaret +to give it to me.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I hope my +wife will give it you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Oh, I’m +sure she will have no objection.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I wish that +at the same time she would give you a miniature she kisses every +night before she prays—It’s the miniature of a young +innocent-looking girl with beautiful <i>dark</i> hair.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Ah, yes, I +remember. How long ago that seems! [<i>Goes to sofa +and sits down</i>.] It was done before I was married. +Dark hair and an innocent expression were the fashion then, +Windermere! [<i>A pause</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. What do you +mean by coming here this morning? What is your +object? [<i>Crossing L.C. and sitting</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>With a note +of irony in her voice</i>.] To bid good-bye to my dear +daughter, of course. [<span class="smcap">Lord +Windermere</span> <i>bites his under lip in anger</i>. +<span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span> <i>looks at him</i>, +<i>and her voice and manner become serious</i>. <i>In her +accents as she talks there is a note of deep tragedy</i>. +<i>For a moment she reveals herself</i>.] Oh, don’t +imagine I am going to have a pathetic scene with her, weep on her +neck and tell her who I am, and all that kind of thing. I +have no ambition to play the part of a mother. Only once in +my life have I known a mother’s feelings. That was +last night. They were terrible—they made me +suffer—they made me suffer too much. For twenty +years, as you say, I have lived childless,—I want to live +childless still. [<i>Hiding her feelings with a trivial +laugh</i>.] Besides, my dear Windermere, how on earth could +I pose as a mother with a grown-up daughter? Margaret is +twenty-one, and I have never admitted that I am more than +twenty-nine, or thirty at the most. Twenty-nine when there +are pink shades, thirty when there are not. So you see what +difficulties it would involve. No, as far as I am +concerned, let your wife cherish the memory of this dead, +stainless mother. Why should I interfere with her +illusions? I find it hard enough to keep my own. I +lost one illusion last night. I thought I had no +heart. I find I have, and a heart doesn’t suit me, +Windermere. Somehow it doesn’t go with modern +dress. It makes one look old. [<i>Takes up +hand-mirror from table and looks into it</i>.] And it +spoils one’s career at critical moments.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. You fill me +with horror—with absolute horror.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Rising</i>.] I suppose, Windermere, you would like me +to retire into a convent, or become a hospital nurse, or +something of that kind, as people do in silly modern +novels. That is stupid of you, Arthur; in real life we +don’t do such things—not as long as we have any good +looks left, at any rate. No—what consoles one +nowadays is not repentance, but pleasure. Repentance is +quite out of date. And besides, if a woman really repents, +she has to go to a bad dressmaker, otherwise no one believes in +her. And nothing in the world would induce me to do +that. No; I am going to pass entirely out of your two +lives. My coming into them has been a mistake—I +discovered that last night.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. A fatal +mistake.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Smiling</i>.] Almost fatal.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I am sorry +now I did not tell my wife the whole thing at once.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. I regret my bad +actions. You regret your good ones—that is the +difference between us.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I +don’t trust you. I <i>will</i> tell my wife. +It’s better for her to know, and from me. It will +cause her infinite pain—it will humiliate her terribly, but +it’s right that she should know.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. You propose to +tell her?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I am going +to tell her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Going up to +him</i>.] If you do, I will make my name so infamous that +it will mar every moment of her life. It will ruin her, and +make her wretched. If you dare to tell her, there is no +depth of degradation I will not sink to, no pit of shame I will +not enter. You shall not tell her—I forbid you.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Why?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>After a +pause</i>.] If I said to you that I cared for her, perhaps +loved her even—you would sneer at me, wouldn’t +you?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. I should +feel it was not true. A mother’s love means devotion, +unselfishness, sacrifice. What could you know of such +things?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. You are +right. What could I know of such things? Don’t +let us talk any more about it—as for telling my daughter +who I am, that I do not allow. It is my secret, it is not +yours. If I make up my mind to tell her, and I think I +will, I shall tell her before I leave the house—if not, I +shall never tell her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +[<i>Angrily</i>.] Then let me beg of you to leave our house +at once. I will make your excuses to Margaret.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> +<i>R.</i> <i>She goes over to</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. +Erlynne</span> <i>with the photograph in her hand</i>. +<span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span> <i>moves to back of +sofa</i>, <i>and anxiously watches</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. +Erlynne</span> <i>as the scene progresses</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I am so +sorry, Mrs. Erlynne, to have kept you waiting. I +couldn’t find the photograph anywhere. At last I +discovered it in my husband’s dressing-room—he had +stolen it.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Takes the +photograph from her and looks at it</i>.] I am not +surprised—it is charming. [<i>Goes over to sofa +with</i> <span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>, <i>and sits +down beside her</i>. <i>Looks again at the +photograph</i>.] And so that is your little boy! What +is he called?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Gerard, +after my dear father.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>Laying the +photograph down</i>.] Really?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes. +If it had been a girl, I would have called it after my +mother. My mother had the same name as myself, +Margaret.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. My name is +Margaret too.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Indeed!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Yes. +[<i>Pause</i>.] You are devoted to your mother’s +memory, Lady Windermere, your husband tells me.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. We all have +ideals in life. At least we all should have. Mine is +my mother.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Ideals are +dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound, +but they’re better.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Shaking +her head</i>.] If I lost my ideals, I should lose +everything.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Everything?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes. +[<i>Pause</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Did your father +often speak to you of your mother?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. No, it gave +him too much pain. He told me how my mother had died a few +months after I was born. His eyes filled with tears as he +spoke. Then he begged me never to mention her name to him +again. It made him suffer even to hear it. My +father—my father really died of a broken heart. His +was the most ruined life know.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Rising</i>.] I am afraid I must go now, Lady +Windermere.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Rising</i>.] Oh no, don’t.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. I think I had +better. My carriage must have come back by this time. +I sent it to Lady Jedburgh’s with a note.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Arthur, +would you mind seeing if Mrs. Erlynne’s carriage has come +back?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Pray +don’t trouble, Lord Windermere.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Yes, Arthur, +do go, please.</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span> <i>hesitated for a +moment and looks at</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. +Erlynne</span>. <i>She remains quite impassive</i>. +<i>He leaves the room</i>.]</p> +<p>[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>.] +Oh! What am I to say to you? You saved me last +night? [<i>Goes towards her</i>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +Hush—don’t speak of it.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I must speak +of it. I can’t let you think that I am going to +accept this sacrifice. I am not. It is too +great. I am going to tell my husband everything. It +is my duty.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. It is not your +duty—at least you have duties to others besides him. +You say you owe me something?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. I owe you +everything.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Then pay your +debt by silence. That is the only way in which it can be +paid. Don’t spoil the one good thing I have done in +my life by telling it to any one. Promise me that what +passed last night will remain a secret between us. You must +not bring misery into your husband’s life. Why spoil +his love? You must not spoil it. Love is easily +killed. Oh! how easily love is killed. Pledge me your +word, Lady Windermere, that you will never tell him. I +insist upon it.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>With +bowed head</i>.] It is your will, not mine.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Yes, it is my +will. And never forget your child—I like to think of +you as a mother. I like you to think of yourself as +one.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Looking +up</i>.] I always will now. Only once in my life I +have forgotten my own mother—that was last night. Oh, +if I had remembered her I should not have been so foolish, so +wicked.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. [<i>With a +slight shudder</i>.] Hush, last night is quite over.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Your +carriage has not come back yet, Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. It makes no +matter. I’ll take a hansom. There is nothing in +the world so respectable as a good Shrewsbury and Talbot. +And now, dear Lady Windermere, I am afraid it is really +good-bye. [<i>Moves up C.</i>] Oh, I remember. +You’ll think me absurd, but do you know I’ve taken a +great fancy to this fan that I was silly enough to run away with +last night from your ball. Now, I wonder would you give it +to me? Lord Windermere says you may. I know it is his +present.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Oh, +certainly, if it will give you any pleasure. But it has my +name on it. It has ‘Margaret’ on it.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. But we have the +same Christian name.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Oh, I +forgot. Of course, do have it. What a wonderful +chance our names being the same!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. Quite +wonderful. Thanks—it will always remind me of +you. [<i>Shakes hands with her</i>.]</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Parker</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Parker</span>. Lord Augustus +Lorton. Mrs. Erlynne’s carriage has come.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Good morning, +dear boy. Good morning, Lady Windermere. [<i>Sees</i> +<span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>.] Mrs. Erlynne!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. How do you do, +Lord Augustus? Are you quite well this morning?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. +[<i>Coldly</i>.] Quite well, thank you, Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. You don’t +look at all well, Lord Augustus. You stop up too +late—it is so bad for you. You really should take +more care of yourself. Good-bye, Lord Windermere. [<i>Goes +towards door with a bow to</i> <span class="smcap">Lord +Augustus</span>. <i>Suddenly smiles and looks back at +him</i>.] Lord Augustus! Won’t you see me to my +carriage? You might carry the fan.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Allow +me!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. No; I want Lord +Augustus. I have a special message for the dear +Duchess. Won’t you carry the fan, Lord Augustus?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. If you really +desire it, Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Erlynne</span>. +[<i>Laughing</i>.] Of course I do. You’ll carry +it so gracefully. You would carry off anything gracefully, +dear Lord Augustus.</p> +<p>[<i>When she reaches the door she looks back for a moment +at</i> <span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. <i>Their +eyes meet</i>. <i>Then she turns</i>, <i>and exit C. +followed by</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>.]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. You will +never speak against Mrs. Erlynne again, Arthur, will you?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. +[<i>Gravely</i>.] She is better than one thought her.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. She is +better than I am.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Smiling +as he strokes her hair</i>.] Child, you and she belong to +different worlds. Into your world evil has never +entered.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. Don’t +say that, Arthur. There is the same world for all of us, +and good and evil, sin and innocence, go through it hand in +hand. To shut one’s eyes to half of life that one may +live securely is as though one blinded oneself that one might +walk with more safety in a land of pit and precipice.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. [<i>Moves +down with her</i>.] Darling, why do you say that?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. [<i>Sits on +sofa</i>.] Because I, who had shut my eyes to life, came to +the brink. And one who had separated us—</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. We were +never separated.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. We never +must be again. O Arthur, don’t love me less, and I +will trust you more. I will trust you absolutely. Let +us go to Selby. In the Rose Garden at Selby the roses are +white and red.</p> +<p>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span> +<i>C.</i>]</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. Arthur, she +has explained everything!</p> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> <i>looks horribly +frightened at this</i>. <span class="smcap">Lord +Windermere</span> <i>starts</i>. <span class="smcap">Lord +Augustus</span> <i>takes</i> <span +class="smcap">Windermere</span> <i>by the arm and brings him to +front of stage</i>. <i>He talks rapidly and in a low +voice</i>. <span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span> +<i>stands watching them in terror</i>.] My dear fellow, she +has explained every demmed thing. We all wronged her +immensely. It was entirely for my sake she went to +Darlington’s rooms. Called first at the +Club—fact is, wanted to put me out of suspense—and +being told I had gone on—followed—naturally +frightened when she heard a lot of us coming in—retired to +another room—I assure you, most gratifying to me, the whole +thing. We all behaved brutally to her. She is just +the woman for me. Suits me down to the ground. All +the conditions she makes are that we live entirely out of +England. A very good thing too. Demmed clubs, demmed +climate, demmed cooks, demmed everything. Sick of it +all!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. +[<i>Frightened</i>.] Has Mrs. Erlynne—?</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Augustus</span>. [<i>Advancing +towards her with a low bow</i>.] Yes, Lady +Windermere— Mrs. Erlynne has done me the honour of +accepting my hand.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lord Windermere</span>. Well, you +are certainly marrying a very clever woman!</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Lady Windermere</span>. 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Ltd edition by David Price, +email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk + + + + +LADY WINDERMERE'S FAN + + + + +THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY + +Lord Windermere +Lord Darlington +Lord Augustus Lorton +Mr. Dumby +Mr. Cecil Graham +Mr. Hopper +Parker, Butler + +Lady Windermere +The Duchess of Berwick +Lady Agatha Carlisle +Lady Plymdale +Lady Stutfield +Lady Jedburgh +Mrs. Cowper-Cowper +Mrs. Erlynne +Rosalie, Maid + + +THE SCENES OF THE PLAY + + +ACT I. Morning-room in Lord Windermere's house. +ACT II. Drawing-room in Lord Windermere's house. +ACT III. Lord Darlington's rooms. +ACT IV. Same as Act I. + +TIME: The Present +PLACE: London. + +The action of the play takes place within twenty-four hours, +beginning on a Tuesday afternoon at five o'clock, and ending the +next day at 1.30 p.m. + + +LONDON: ST. JAMES'S THEATRE + + +Lessee and Manager: Mr. George Alexander +February 22nd, 1892. + +Lord Windermere, Mr. George Alexander. +Lord Darlington, Mr. Nutcombe Gould. +Lord Augustus Lorton, Mr. H. H. Vincent. +Mr. Cecil Graham, Mr. Ben Webster. +Mr. Dumby, Mr. Vane-Tempest. +Mr. Hopper, Mr. Alfred Holles. +Parker (Butler), Mr. V. Sansbury. +Lady Windermere, Miss Lily Hanbury. +The Duchess of Berwick, Miss Fanny Coleman. +Lady Agatha Carlisle, Miss Laura Graves. +Lady Plymdale, Miss Granville. +Lady Jedburgh, Miss B. Page. +Lady Stutfield, Miss Madge Girdlestone. +Mrs. Cowper-Cowper, Miss A. de Winton. +Mrs. Erlynne, Miss Marion Terry. +Rosalie (Maid), Miss Winifred Dolan. + + + +FIRST ACT + + + +SCENCE + +Morning-room of Lord Windermere's house in Carlton House Terrace. +Doors C. and R. Bureau with books and papers R. Sofa with small +tea-table L. Window opening on to terrace L. Table R. + + +[LADY WINDERMERE is at table R., arranging roses in a blue bowl.] + +[Enter PARKER.] + +PARKER. Is your ladyship at home this afternoon? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes--who has called? + +PARKER. Lord Darlington, my lady. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Hesitates for a moment.] Show him up--and I'm +at home to any one who calls. + +PARKER. Yes, my lady. + +[Exit C.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. It's best for me to see him before to-night. I'm +glad he's come. + +[Enter PARKER C.] + +PARKER. Lord Darlington, + +[Enter LORD DARLINGTON C.] + +[Exit PARKER.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. How do you do, Lady Windermere? + +LADY WINDERMERE. How do you do, Lord Darlington? No, I can't +shake hands with you. My hands are all wet with these roses. +Aren't they lovely? They came up from Selby this morning. + +LORD DARLINGTON. They are quite perfect. [Sees a fan lying on the +table.] And what a wonderful fan! May I look at it? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Do. Pretty, isn't it! It's got my name on it, +and everything. I have only just seen it myself. It's my +husband's birthday present to me. You know to-day is my birthday? + +LORD DARLINGTON. No? Is it really? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, I'm of age to-day. Quite an important day +in my life, isn't it? That is why I am giving this party to-night. +Do sit down. [Still arranging flowers.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Sitting down.] I wish I had known it was your +birthday, Lady Windermere. I would have covered the whole street +in front of your house with flowers for you to walk on. They are +made for you. [A short pause.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington, you annoyed me last night at the +Foreign Office. I am afraid you are going to annoy me again. + +LORD DARLINGTON. I, Lady Windermere? + +[Enter PARKER and FOOTMAN C., with tray and tea things.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Put it there, Parker. That will do. [Wipes her +hands with her pocket-handkerchief, goes to tea-table, and sits +down.] Won't you come over, Lord Darlington? + +[Exit PARKER C.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Takes chair and goes across L.C.] I am quite +miserable, Lady Windermere. You must tell me what I did. [Sits +down at table L.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Well, you kept paying me elaborate compliments +the whole evening. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Smiling.] Ah, nowadays we are all of us so hard +up, that the only pleasant things to pay ARE compliments. They're +the only things we CAN pay. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Shaking her head.] No, I am talking very +seriously. You mustn't laugh, I am quite serious. I don't like +compliments, and I don't see why a man should think he is pleasing +a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that +he doesn't mean. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, but I did mean them. [Takes tea which she +offers him.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Gravely.] I hope not. I should be sorry to +have to quarrel with you, Lord Darlington. I like you very much, +you know that. But I shouldn't like you at all if I thought you +were what most other men are. Believe me, you are better than most +other men, and I sometimes think you pretend to be worse. + +LORD DARLINGTON. We all have our little vanities, Lady Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you make that your special one? [Still +seated at table L.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Still seated L.C.] Oh, nowadays so many +conceited people go about Society pretending to be good, that I +think it shows rather a sweet and modest disposition to pretend to +be bad. Besides, there is this to be said. If you pretend to be +good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be +bad, it doesn't. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Don't you WANT the world to take you seriously +then, Lord Darlington? + +LORD DARLINGTON. No, not the world. Who are the people the world +takes seriously? All the dull people one can think of, from the +Bishops down to the bores. I should like YOU to take me very +seriously, Lady Windermere, YOU more than any one else in life. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why--why me? + +LORD DARLINGTON. [After a slight hesitation.] Because I think we +might be great friends. Let us be great friends. You may want a +friend some day. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you say that? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Oh!--we all want friends at times. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I think we're very good friends already, Lord +Darlington. We can always remain so as long as you don't - + +LORD DARLINGTON. Don't what? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Don't spoil it by saying extravagant silly things +to me. You think I am a Puritan, I suppose? Well, I have +something of the Puritan in me. I was brought up like that. I am +glad of it. My mother died when I was a mere child. I lived +always with Lady Julia, my father's elder sister, you know. She +was stern to me, but she taught me what the world is forgetting, +the difference that there is between what is right and what is +wrong. SHE allowed of no compromise. _I_ allow of none. + +LORD DARLINGTON. My dear Lady Windermere! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Leaning back on the sofa.] You look on me as +being behind the age.--Well, I am! I should be sorry to be on the +same level as an age like this. + +LORD DARLINGTON. You think the age very bad? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Nowadays people seem to look on life as a +speculation. It is not a speculation. It is a sacrament. Its +ideal is Love. Its purification is sacrifice. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Smiling.] Oh, anything is better than being +sacrificed! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Leaning forward.] Don't say that. + +LORD DARLINGTON. I do say it. I feel it--I know it. + +[Enter PARKER C.] + +PARKER. The men want to know if they are to put the carpets on the +terrace for to-night, my lady? + +LADY WINDERMERE. You don't think it will rain, Lord Darlington, do +you? + +LORD DARLINGTON. I won't hear of its raining on your birthday! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Tell them to do it at once, Parker. + +[Exit PARKER C.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Still seated.] Do you think then--of course I +am only putting an imaginary instance--do you think that in the +case of a young married couple, say about two years married, if the +husband suddenly becomes the intimate friend of a woman of--well, +more than doubtful character--is always calling upon her, lunching +with her, and probably paying her bills--do you think that the wife +should not console herself? + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Frowning] Console herself? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Yes, I think she should--I think she has the +right. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Because the husband is vile--should the wife be +vile also? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Vileness is a terrible word, Lady Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. It is a terrible thing, Lord Darlington. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Do you know I am afraid that good people do a +great deal of harm in this world. Certainly the greatest harm they +do is that they make badness of such extraordinary importance. It +is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either +charming or tedious. I take the side of the charming, and you, +Lady Windermere, can't help belonging to them. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Now, Lord Darlington. [Rising and crossing R., +front of him.] Don't stir, I am merely going to finish my flowers. +[Goes to table R.C.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Rising and moving chair.] And I must say I +think you are very hard on modern life, Lady Windermere. Of course +there is much against it, I admit. Most women, for instance, +nowadays, are rather mercenary. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Don't talk about such people. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Well then, setting aside mercenary people, who, +of course, are dreadful, do you think seriously that women who have +committed what the world calls a fault should never be forgiven? + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Standing at table.] I think they should never +be forgiven. + +LORD DARLINGTON. And men? Do you think that there should be the +same laws for men as there are for women? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Certainly! + +LORD DARLINGTON. I think life too complex a thing to be settled by +these hard and fast rules. + +LADY WINDERMERE. If we had 'these hard and fast rules,' we should +find life much more simple. + +LORD DARLINGTON. You allow of no exceptions? + +LADY WINDERMERE. None! + +LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, what a fascinating Puritan you are, Lady +Windermere! + +LADY WINDERMERE. The adjective was unnecessary, Lord Darlington. + +LORD DARLINGTON. I couldn't help it. I can resist everything +except temptation. + +LADY WINDERMERE. You have the modern affectation of weakness. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Looking at her.] It's only an affectation, Lady +Windermere. + +[Enter PARKER C.] + +PARKER. The Duchess of Berwick and Lady Agatha Carlisle. + +[Enter the DUCHESS OF BERWICK and LADY AGATHA CARLISLE C.] + +[Exit PARKER C.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Coming down C., and shaking hands.] Dear +Margaret, I am so pleased to see you. You remember Agatha, don't +you? [Crossing L.C.] How do you do, Lord Darlington? I won't let +you know my daughter, you are far too wicked. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Don't say that, Duchess. As a wicked man I am a +complete failure. Why, there are lots of people who say I have +never really done anything wrong in the whole course of my life. +Of course they only say it behind my back. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Isn't he dreadful? Agatha, this is Lord +Darlington. Mind you don't believe a word he says. [LORD +DARLINGTON crosses R.C.] No, no tea, thank you, dear. [Crosses +and sits on sofa.] We have just had tea at Lady Markby's. Such +bad tea, too. It was quite undrinkable. I wasn't at all +surprised. Her own son-in-law supplies it. Agatha is looking +forward so much to your ball to-night, dear Margaret. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Seated L.C.] Oh, you mustn't think it is going +to be a ball, Duchess. It is only a dance in honour of my +birthday. A small and early. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Standing L.C.] Very small, very early, and very +select, Duchess. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [On sofa L.] Of course it's going to be +select. But we know THAT, dear Margaret, about YOUR house. It is +really one of the few houses in London where I can take Agatha, and +where I feel perfectly secure about dear Berwick. I don't know +what society is coming to. The most dreadful people seem to go +everywhere. They certainly come to my parties--the men get quite +furious if one doesn't ask them. Really, some one should make a +stand against it. + +LADY WINDERMERE. _I_ will, Duchess. I will have no one in my +house about whom there is any scandal. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [R.C.] Oh, don't say that, Lady Windermere. I +should never be admitted! [Sitting.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, men don't matter. With women it is +different. We're good. Some of us are, at least. But we are +positively getting elbowed into the corner. Our husbands would +really forget our existence if we didn't nag at them from time to +time, just to remind them that we have a perfect legal right to do +so. + +LORD DARLINGTON. It's a curious thing, Duchess, about the game of +marriage--a game, by the way, that is going out of fashion--the +wives hold all the honours, and invariably lose the odd trick. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. The odd trick? Is that the husband, Lord +Darlington? + +LORD DARLINGTON. It would be rather a good name for the modern +husband. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Lord Darlington, how thoroughly depraved +you are! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington is trivial. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, don't say that, Lady Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you TALK so trivially about life, then? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Because I think that life is far too important a +thing ever to talk seriously about it. [Moves up C.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. What does he mean? Do, as a concession to my +poor wits, Lord Darlington, just explain to me what you really +mean. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Coming down back of table.] I think I had +better not, Duchess. Nowadays to be intelligible is to be found +out. Good-bye! [Shakes hands with DUCHESS.] And now--[goes up +stage] Lady Windermere, good-bye. I may come to-night, mayn't I? +Do let me come. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Standing up stage with LORD DARLINGTON.] Yes, +certainly. But you are not to say foolish, insincere things to +people. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Smiling.] Ah! you are beginning to reform me. +It is a dangerous thing to reform any one, Lady Windermere. [Bows, +and exit C.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Who has risen, goes C.] What a charming, +wicked creature! I like him so much. I'm quite delighted he's +gone! How sweet you're looking! Where DO you get your gowns? And +now I must tell you how sorry I am for you, dear Margaret. +[Crosses to sofa and sits with LADY WINDERMERE.] Agatha, darling! + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. [Rises.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Will you go and look over the photograph album +that I see there? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. [Goes to table up L.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear girl! She is so fond of photographs of +Switzerland. Such a pure taste, I think. But I really am so sorry +for you, Margaret + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Smiling.] Why, Duchess? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, on account of that horrid woman. She +dresses so well, too, which makes it much worse, sets such a +dreadful example. Augustus--you know my disreputable brother--such +a trial to us all--well, Augustus is completely infatuated about +her. It is quite scandalous, for she is absolutely inadmissible +into society. Many a woman has a past, but I am told that she has +at least a dozen, and that they all fit. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Whom are you talking about, Duchess? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. About Mrs. Erlynne. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne? I never heard of her, Duchess. +And what HAS she to do with me? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. My poor child! Agatha, darling! + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Will you go out on the terrace and look at the +sunset? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. [Exit through window, L.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Sweet girl! So devoted to sunsets! Shows +such refinement of feeling, does it not? After all, there is +nothing like Nature, is there? + +LADY WINDERMERE. But what is it, Duchess? Why do you talk to me +about this person? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Don't you really know? I assure you we're all +so distressed about it. Only last night at dear Lady Jansen's +every one was saying how extraordinary it was that, of all men in +London, Windermere should behave in such a way. + +LADY WINDERMERE. My husband--what has HE got to do with any woman +of that kind? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Ah, what indeed, dear? That is the point. He +goes to see her continually, and stops for hours at a time, and +while he is there she is not at home to any one. Not that many +ladies call on her, dear, but she has a great many disreputable men +friends--my own brother particularly, as I told you--and that is +what makes it so dreadful about Windermere. We looked upon HIM as +being such a model husband, but I am afraid there is no doubt about +it. My dear nieces--you know the Saville girls, don't you?--such +nice domestic creatures--plain, dreadfully plain, but so good-- +well, they're always at the window doing fancy work, and making +ugly things for the poor, which I think so useful of them in these +dreadful socialistic days, and this terrible woman has taken a +house in Curzon Street, right opposite them--such a respectable +street, too! I don't know what we're coming to! And they tell me +that Windermere goes there four and five times a week--they SEE +him. They can't help it--and although they never talk scandal, +they--well, of course--they remark on it to every one. And the +worst of it all is that I have been told that this woman has got a +great deal of money out of somebody, for it seems that she came to +London six months ago without anything at all to speak of, and now +she has this charming house in Mayfair, drives her ponies in the +Park every afternoon and all--well, all--since she has known poor +dear Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, I can't believe it! + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. But it's quite true, my dear. The whole of +London knows it. That is why I felt it was better to come and talk +to you, and advise you to take Windermere away at once to Homburg +or to Aix, where he'll have something to amuse him, and where you +can watch him all day long. I assure you, my dear, that on several +occasions after I was first married, I had to pretend to be very +ill, and was obliged to drink the most unpleasant mineral waters, +merely to get Berwick out of town. He was so extremely +susceptible. Though I am bound to say he never gave away any large +sums of money to anybody. He is far too high-principled for that! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Interrupting.] Duchess, Duchess, it's +impossible! [Rising and crossing stage to C.] We are only married +two years. Our child is but six months old. [Sits in chair R. of +L. table.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Ah, the dear pretty baby! How is the little +darling? Is it a boy or a girl? I hope a girl--Ah, no, I remember +it's a boy! I'm so sorry. Boys are so wicked. My boy is +excessively immoral. You wouldn't believe at what hours he comes +home. And he's only left Oxford a few months--I really don't know +what they teach them there. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Are ALL men bad? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, all of them, my dear, all of them, without +any exception. And they never grow any better. Men become old, +but they never become good. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Windermere and I married for love. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Yes, we begin like that. It was only +Berwick's brutal and incessant threats of suicide that made me +accept him at all, and before the year was out, he was running +after all kinds of petticoats, every colour, every shape, every +material. In fact, before the honeymoon was over, I caught him +winking at my maid, a most pretty, respectable girl. I dismissed +her at once without a character.--No, I remember I passed her on to +my sister; poor dear Sir George is so short-sighted, I thought it +wouldn't matter. But it did, though--it was most unfortunate. +[Rises.] And now, my dear child, I must go, as we are dining out. +And mind you don't take this little aberration of Windermere's too +much to heart. Just take him abroad, and he'll come back to you +all right. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Come back to me? [C.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [L.C.] Yes, dear, these wicked women get our +husbands away from us, but they always come back, slightly damaged, +of course. And don't make scenes, men hate them! + +LADY WINDERMERE. It is very kind of you, Duchess, to come and tell +me all this. But I can't believe that my husband is untrue to me. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Pretty child! I was like that once. Now I +know that all men are monsters. [LADY WINDERMERE rings bell.] The +only thing to do is to feed the wretches well. A good cook does +wonders, and that I know you have. My dear Margaret, you are not +going to cry? + +LADY WINDERMERE. You needn't be afraid, Duchess, I never cry. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. That's quite right, dear. Crying is the +refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones. Agatha, +darling! + +LADY AGATHA. [Entering L.] Yes, mamma. [Stands back of table +L.C.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Come and bid good-bye to Lady Windermere, and +thank her for your charming visit. [Coming down again.] And by +the way, I must thank you for sending a card to Mr. Hopper--he's +that rich young Australian people are taking such notice of just at +present. His father made a great fortune by selling some kind of +food in circular tins--most palatable, I believe--I fancy it is the +thing the servants always refuse to eat. But the son is quite +interesting. I think he's attracted by dear Agatha's clever talk. +Of course, we should be very sorry to lose her, but I think that a +mother who doesn't part with a daughter every season has no real +affection. We're coming to-night, dear. [PARKER opens C. doors.] +And remember my advice, take the poor fellow out of town at once, +it is the only thing to do. Good-bye, once more; come, Agatha. + +[Exeunt DUCHESS and LADY AGATHA C.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. How horrible! I understand now what Lord +Darlington meant by the imaginary instance of the couple not two +years married. Oh! it can't be true--she spoke of enormous sums of +money paid to this woman. I know where Arthur keeps his bank book- +-in one of the drawers of that desk. I might find out by that. I +WILL find out. [Opens drawer.] No, it is some hideous mistake. +[Rises and goes C.] Some silly scandal! He loves ME! He loves +ME! But why should I not look? I am his wife, I have a right to +look! [Returns to bureau, takes out book and examines it page by +page, smiles and gives a sigh of relief.] I knew it! there is not +a word of truth in this stupid story. [Puts book back in dranver. +As the does so, starts and takes out another book.] A second book- +-private--locked! [Tries to open it, but fails. Sees paper knife +on bureau, and with it cuts cover from book. Begins to start at +the first page.] 'Mrs. Erlynne--600 pounds--Mrs. Erlynne--700 +pounds--Mrs. Erlynne--400 pounds.' Oh! it is true! It is true! +How horrible! [Throws book on floor.] [Enter LORD WINDERMERE C.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Well, dear, has the fan been sent home yet? +[Going R.C. Sees book.] Margaret, you have cut open my bank book. +You have no right to do such a thing! + +LADY WINDERMERE. You think it wrong that you are found out, don't +you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. I think it wrong that a wife should spy on her +husband. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I did not spy on you. I never knew of this +woman's existence till half an hour ago. Some one who pitied me +was kind enough to tell me what every one in London knows already-- +your daily visits to Curzon Street, your mad infatuation, the +monstrous sums of money you squander on this infamous woman! +[Crossing L.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret! don't talk like that of Mrs. Erlynne, +you don't know how unjust it is! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Turning to him.] You are very jealous of Mrs. +Erlynne's honour. I wish you had been as jealous of mine. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Your honour is untouched, Margaret. You don't +think for a moment that--[Puts book back into desk.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. I think that you spend your money strangely. +That is all. Oh, don't imagine I mind about the money. As far as +I am concerned, you may squander everything we have. But what I DO +mind is that you who have loved me, you who have taught me to love +you, should pass from the love that is given to the love that is +bought. Oh, it's horrible! [Sits on sofa.] And it is I who feel +degraded! YOU don't feel anything. I feel stained, utterly +stained. You can't realise how hideous the last six months seems +to me now--every kiss you have given me is tainted in my memory. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Crossing to her.] Don't say that, Margaret. I +never loved any one in the whole world but you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Rises.] Who is this woman, then? Why do you +take a house for her? + +LORD WINDERMERE. I did not take a house for her. + +LADY WINDERMERE. You gave her the money to do it, which is the +same thing. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, as far as I have known Mrs. Erlynne - + +LADY WINDERMERE. Is there a Mr. Erlynne--or is he a myth? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Her husband died many years ago. She is alone in +the world. + +LADY WINDERMERE. No relations? [A pause.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. None. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Rather curious, isn't it? [L.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [L.C.] Margaret, I was saying to you--and I beg +you to listen to me--that as far as I have known Mrs. Erlynne, she +has conducted herself well. If years ago - + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh! [Crossing R.C.] I don't want details about +her life! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [C.] I am not going to give you any details +about her life. I tell you simply this--Mrs. Erlynne was once +honoured, loved, respected. She was well born, she had position-- +she lost everything--threw it away, if you like. That makes it all +the more bitter. Misfortunes one can endure--they come from +outside, they are accidents. But to suffer for one's own faults-- +ah!--there is the sting of life. It was twenty years ago, too. +She was little more than a girl then. She had been a wife for even +less time than you have. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I am not interested in her--and--you should not +mention this woman and me in the same breath. It is an error of +taste. [Sitting R. at desk.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, you could save this woman. She wants +to get back into society, and she wants you to help her. [Crossing +to her.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Me! + +LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. How impertinent of her! [A pause.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, I came to ask you a great favour, and I +still ask it of you, though you have discovered what I had intended +you should never have known that I have given Mrs. Erlynne a large +sum of money. I want you to send her an invitation for our party +to-night. [Standing L. of her.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. You are mad! [Rises.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. I entreat you. People may chatter about her, do +chatter about her, of course, but they don't know anything definite +against her. She has been to several houses--not to houses where +you would go, I admit, but still to houses where women who are in +what is called Society nowadays do go. That does not content her. +She wants you to receive her once. + +LADY WINDERMERE. As a triumph for her, I suppose? + +LORD WINDERMERE. No; but because she knows that you are a good +woman--and that if she comes here once she will have a chance of a +happier, a surer life than she has had. She will make no further +effort to know you. Won't you help a woman who is trying to get +back? + +LADY WINDERMERE. No! If a woman really repents, she never wishes +to return to the society that has made or seen her ruin. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I beg of you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Crossing to door R.] I am going to dress for +dinner, and don't mention the subject again this evening. Arthur +[going to him C.], you fancy because I have no father or mother +that I am alone in the world, and that you can treat me as you +choose. You are wrong, I have friends, many friends. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [L.C.] Margaret, you are talking foolishly, +recklessly. I won't argue with you, but I insist upon your asking +Mrs. Erlynne to-night. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [R.C.] I shall do nothing of the kind. +[Crossing L. C.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. You refuse? [C.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Absolutely! + +LORD WINDERMERE. Ah, Margaret, do this for my sake; it is her last +chance. + +LADY WINDERMERE. What has that to do with me? + +LORD WINDERMERE. How hard good women are! + +LADY WINDERMERE. How weak bad men are! + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, none of us men may be good enough for +the women we marry--that is quite true--but you don't imagine I +would ever--oh, the suggestion is monstrous! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why should YOU be different from other men? I am +told that there is hardly a husband in London who does not waste +his life over SOME shameful passion. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I am not one of them. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I am not sure of that! + +LORD WINDERMERE. You are sure in your heart. But don't make chasm +after chasm between us. God knows the last few minutes have thrust +us wide enough apart. Sit down and write the card. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Nothing in the whole world would induce me. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Crossing to bureau.] Then I will! [Rings +electric bell, sits and writes card.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. You are going to invite this woman? [Crossing to +him.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Yes. [Pause. Enter PARKER.] Parker! + +PARKER. Yes, my lord. [Comes down L.C.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Have this note sent to Mrs. Erlynne at No. 84A +Curzon Street. [Crossing to L.C. and giving note to PARKER.] +There is no answer! + +[Exit PARKER C.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, if that woman comes here, I shall insult +her. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, don't say that. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I mean it. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Child, if you did such a thing, there's not a +woman in London who wouldn't pity you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. There is not a GOOD woman in London who would not +applaud me. We have been too lax. We must make an example. I +propose to begin to-night. [Picking up fan.] Yes, you gave me +this fan to-day; it was your birthday present. If that woman +crosses my threshold, I shall strike her across the face with it. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, you couldn't do such a thing. + +LADY WINDERMERE. You don't know me! [Moves R.] + +[Enter PARKER.] + +Parker! + +PARKER. Yes, my lady. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I shall dine in my own room. I don't want +dinner, in fact. See that everything is ready by half-past ten. +And, Parker, be sure you pronounce the names of the guests very +distinctly to-night. Sometimes you speak so fast that I miss them. +I am particularly anxious to hear the names quite clearly, so as to +make no mistake. You understand, Parker? + +PARKER. Yes, my lady. + +LADY WINDERMERE. That will do! + +[Exit PARKER C.] + +[Speaking to LORD WINDERMERE] Arthur, if that woman comes here--I +warn you - + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, you'll ruin us! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Us! From this moment my life is separate from +yours. But if you wish to avoid a public scandal, write at once to +this woman, and tell her that I forbid her to come here! + +LORD WINDERMERE. I will not--I cannot--she must come! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Then I shall do exactly as I have said. [Goes +R.] You leave me no choice. [Exit R.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Calling after her.] Margaret! Margaret! [A +pause.] My God! What shall I do? I dare not tell her who this +woman really is. The shame would kill her. [Sinks down into a +chair and buries his face in his hands.] + +ACT DROP + + + +SECOND ACT + + + +SCENE + +Drawing-room in Lord Windermere's house. Door R.U. opening into +ball-room, where band is playing. Door L. through which guests are +entering. Door L.U. opens on to illuminated terrace. Palms, +flowers, and brilliant lights. Room crowded with guests. Lady +Windermere is receiving them. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Up C.] So strange Lord Windermere isn't +here. Mr. Hopper is very late, too. You have kept those five +dances for him, Agatha? [Comes down.] + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Sitting on sofa.] Just let me see your card. +I'm so glad Lady Windermere has revived cards.--They're a mother's +only safeguard. You dear simple little thing! [Scratches out two +names.] No nice girl should ever waltz with such particularly +younger sons! It looks so fast! The last two dances you might +pass on the terrace with Mr. Hopper. + +[Enter MR. DUMBY and LADY PLYMDALE from the ball-room.] + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Fanning herself.] The air is so pleasant +there. + +PARKER. Mrs. Cowper-Cowper. Lady Stutfield. Sir James Royston. +Mr. Guy Berkeley. + +[These people enter as announced.] + +DUMBY. Good evening, Lady Stutfield. I suppose this will be the +last ball of the season? + +LADY STUTFIELD. I suppose so, Mr. Dumby. It's been a delightful +season, hasn't it? + +DUMBY. Quite delightful! Good evening, Duchess. I suppose this +will be the last ball of the season? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. I suppose so, Mr. Dumby. It has been a very +dull season, hasn't it? + +DUMBY. Dreadfully dull! Dreadfully dull! + +MR. COWPER-COWPER. Good evening, Mr. Dumby. I suppose this will +be the last ball of the season? + +DUMBY. Oh, I think not. There'll probably be two more. [Wanders +back to LADY PLYMDALE.] + +PARKER. Mr. Rufford. Lady Jedburgh and Miss Graham. Mr. Hopper. + +[These people enter as announced.] + +HOPPER. How do you do, Lady Windermere? How do you do, Duchess? +[Bows to LADY AGATHA.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Mr. Hopper, how nice of you to come so +early. We all know how you are run after in London. + +HOPPER. Capital place, London! They are not nearly so exclusive +in London as they are in Sydney. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Ah! we know your value, Mr. Hopper. We wish +there were more like you. It would make life so much easier. Do +you know, Mr. Hopper, dear Agatha and I are so much interested in +Australia. It must be so pretty with all the dear little kangaroos +flying about. Agatha has found it on the map. What a curious +shape it is! Just like a large packing case. However, it is a +very young country, isn't it? + +HOPPER. Wasn't it made at the same time as the others, Duchess? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. How clever you are, Mr. Hopper. You have a +cleverness quite of your own. Now I mustn't keep you. + +HOPPER. But I should like to dance with Lady Agatha, Duchess. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Well, I hope she has a dance left. Have you a +dance left, Agatha? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. The next one? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +HOPPER. May I have the pleasure? [LADY AGATHA bows.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Mind you take great care of my little +chatterbox, Mr. Hopper. + +[LADY AGATHA and MR. HOPPER pass into ball-room.] + +[Enter LORD WINDERMERE.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, I want to speak to you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. In a moment. [The music drops.] + +PARKER. Lord Augustus Lorton. + +[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Good evening, Lady Windermere. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Sir James, will you take me into the ball- +room? Augustus has been dining with us to-night. I really have +had quite enough of dear Augustus for the moment. + +[SIR JAMES ROYSTON gives the DUCHESS his aim and escorts her into +the ball-room.] + +PARKER. Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Bowden. Lord and Lady Paisley. Lord +Darlington. + +[These people enter as announced.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [Coming up to LORD WINDERMERE.] Want to speak to +you particularly, dear boy. I'm worn to a shadow. Know I don't +look it. None of us men do look what we really are. Demmed good +thing, too. What I want to know is this. Who is she? Where does +she come from? Why hasn't she got any demmed relations? Demmed +nuisance, relations! But they make one so demmed respectable. + +LORD WINDERMERE. You are talking of Mrs. Erlynne, I suppose? I +only met her six months ago. Till then, I never knew of her +existence. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. You have seen a good deal of her since then. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Coldly.] Yes, I have seen a good deal of her +since then. I have just seen her. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Egad! the women are very down on her. I have been +dining with Arabella this evening! By Jove! you should have heard +what she said about Mrs. Erlynne. She didn't leave a rag on her. +. . [Aside.] Berwick and I told her that didn't matter much, as +the lady in question must have an extremely fine figure. You +should have seen Arabella's expression! . . . But, look here, dear +boy. I don't know what to do about Mrs. Erlynne. Egad! I might +be married to her; she treats me with such demmed indifference. +She's deuced clever, too! She explains everything. Egad! she +explains you. She has got any amount of explanations for you--and +all of them different. + +LORD WINDERMERE. No explanations are necessary about my friendship +with Mrs. Erlynne. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Hem! Well, look here, dear old fellow. Do you +think she will ever get into this demmed thing called Society? +Would you introduce her to your wife? No use beating about the +confounded bush. Would you do that? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne is coming here to-night. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Your wife has sent her a card? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne has received a card. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Then she's all right, dear boy. But why didn't you +tell me that before? It would have saved me a heap of worry and +demmed misunderstandings! + +[LADY AGATHA and MR. HOPPER cross and exit on terrace L.U.E.] + +PARKER. Mr. Cecil Graham! + +[Enter MR. CECIL GRAHAM.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. [Bows to LADY WINDERMERE, passes over and shakes +hands with LORD WINDERMERE.] Good evening, Arthur. Why don't you +ask me how I am? I like people to ask me how I am. It shows a +wide-spread interest in my health. Now, to-night I am not at all +well. Been dining with my people. Wonder why it is one's people +are always so tedious? My father would talk morality after dinner. +I told him he was old enough to know better. But my experience is +that as soon as people are old enough to know better, they don't +know anything at all. Hallo, Tuppy! Hear you're going to be +married again; thought you were tired of that game. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. You're excessively trivial, my dear boy, +excessively trivial! + +CECIL GRAHAM. By the way, Tuppy, which is it? Have you been twice +married and once divorced, or twice divorced and once married? I +say you've been twice divorced and once married. It seems so much +more probable. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. I have a very bad memory. I really don't remember +which. [Moves away R.] + +LADY PLYMDALE. Lord Windermere, I've something most particular to +ask you. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I am afraid--if you will excuse me--I must join +my wife. + +LADY PLYMDALE. Oh, you mustn't dream of such a thing. It's most +dangerous nowadays for a husband to pay any attention to his wife +in public. It always makes people think that he beats her when +they're alone. The world has grown so suspicious of anything that +looks like a happy married life. But I'll tell you what it is at +supper. [Moves towards door of ball-room.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [C.] Margaret! I MUST speak to you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Will you hold my fan for me, Lord Darlington? +Thanks. [Comes down to him.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Crossing to her.] Margaret, what you said +before dinner was, of course, impossible? + +LADY WINDERMERE. That woman is not coming here to-night! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [R.C.] Mrs. Erlynne is coming here, and if you +in any way annoy or wound her, you will bring shame and sorrow on +us both. Remember that! Ah, Margaret! only trust me! A wife +should trust her husband! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [C.] London is full of women who trust their +husbands. One can always recognise them. They look so thoroughly +unhappy. I am not going to be one of them. [Moves up.] Lord +Darlington, will you give me back my fan, please? Thanks. . . . A +useful thing a fan, isn't it? . . . I want a friend to-night, Lord +Darlington: I didn't know I would want one so soon. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Lady Windermere! I knew the time would come some +day; but why to-night? + +LORD WINDERMERE. I WILL tell her. I must. It would be terrible +if there were any scene. Margaret . . . + +PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne! + +[LORD WINDERMERE starts. MRS. ERLYNNE enters, very beautifully +dressed and very dignified. LADY WINDERMERE clutches at her fan, +then lets it drop on the door. She bows coldly to MRS. ERLYNNE, +who bows to her sweetly in turn, and sails into the room.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. You have dropped your fan, Lady Windermere. +[Picks it up and hands it to her.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [C.] How do you do, again, Lord Windermere? How +charming your sweet wife looks! Quite a picture! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [In a low voice.] It was terribly rash of you to +come! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Smiling.] The wisest thing I ever did in my life. +And, by the way, you must pay me a good deal of attention this +evening. I am afraid of the women. You must introduce me to some +of them. The men I can always manage. How do you do, Lord +Augustus? You have quite neglected me lately. I have not seen you +since yesterday. I am afraid you're faithless. Every one told me +so. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [R.] Now really, Mrs. Erlynne, allow me to +explain. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [R.C.] No, dear Lord Augustus, you can't explain +anything. It is your chief charm. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Ah! if you find charms in me, Mrs. Erlynne - + +[They converse together. LORD WINDERMERE moves uneasily about the +room watching MRS. ERLYNNE.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [To LADY WINDERMERE.] How pale you are! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Cowards are always pale! + +LORD DARLINGTON. You look faint. Come out on the terrace. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. [To PARKER.] Parker, send my cloak out. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Crossing to her.] Lady Windermere, how beautifully +your terrace is illuminated. Reminds me of Prince Doria's at Rome. + +[LADY WINDERMERE bows coldly, and goes off with LORD DARLINGTON.] + +Oh, how do you do, Mr. Graham? Isn't that your aunt, Lady +Jedburgh? I should so much like to know her. + +CECIL GRAHAM. [After a moment's hesitation and embarrassment.] +Oh, certainly, if you wish it. Aunt Caroline, allow me to +introduce Mrs. Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. So pleased to meet you, Lady Jedburgh. [Sits beside +her on the sofa.] Your nephew and I are great friends. I am so +much interested in his political career. I think he's sure to be a +wonderful success. He thinks like a Tory, and talks like a +Radical, and that's so important nowadays. He's such a brilliant +talker, too. But we all know from whom he inherits that. Lord +Allandale was saying to me only yesterday, in the Park, that Mr. +Graham talks almost as well as his aunt. + +LADY JEDBURGH. [R.] Most kind of you to say these charming things +to me! [MRS. ERLYNNE smiles, and continues conversation.] + +DUMBY. [To CECIL GRAHAM.] Did you introduce Mrs. Erlynne to Lady +Jedburgh? + +CECIL GRAHAM. Had to, my dear fellow. Couldn't help it! That +woman can make one do anything she wants. How, I don't know. + +DUMBY. Hope to goodness she won't speak to me! [Saunters towards +LADY PLYMDALE.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [C. To LADY JEDBURGH.] On Thursday? With great +pleasure. [Rises, and speaks to LORD WINDERMERE, laughing.] What +a bore it is to have to be civil to these old dowagers! But they +always insist on it! + +LADY PLYMDALE. [To MR. DUMBY.] Who is that well-dressed woman +talking to Windermere? + +DUMBY. Haven't got the slightest idea! Looks like an edition de +luxe of a wicked French novel, meant specially for the English +market. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. So that is poor Dumby with Lady Plymdale? I hear +she is frightfully jealous of him. He doesn't seem anxious to +speak to me to-night. I suppose he is afraid of her. Those straw- +coloured women have dreadful tempers. Do you know, I think I'll +dance with you first, Windermere. [LORD WINDERMERE bits his lip +and frowns.] It will make Lord Augustus so jealous! Lord +Augustus! [LORD AUGUSTUS comes down.] Lord Windermere insists on +my dancing with him first, and, as it's his own house, I can't well +refuse. You know I would much sooner dance with you. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [With a low bow.] I wish I could think so, Mrs. +Erlynne. + +MRS ERLYNNE. You know it far too well. I can fancy a person +dancing through life with you and finding it charming. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [Placing his hand on his white waistcoat.] Oh, +thank you, thank you. You are the most adorable of all ladies! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. What a nice speech! So simple and so sincere! Just +the sort of speech I like. Well, you shall hold my bouquet. [Goes +towards ball-room on LORD WINDERMERE'S arm.] Ah, Mr. Dumby, how +are you? I am so sorry I have been out the last three times you +have called. Come and lunch on Friday. + +DUMBY. [With perfect nonchalance.] Delighted! + +[LADY PLYMDALE glares with indignation at MR. DUMBY. LORD AUGUSTUS +follows MRS. ERLYNNE and LORD WINDERMERE into the ball-room holding +bouquet] + +LADY PLYMDALE. [To MR. DUMBY.] What an absolute brute you are! I +never can believe a word you say! Why did you tell me you didn't +know her? What do you mean by calling on her three times running? +You are not to go to lunch there; of course you understand that? + +DUMBY. My dear Laura, I wouldn't dream of going! + +LADY PLYMDALE. You haven't told me her name yet! Who is she? + +DUMBY. [Coughs slightly and smooths his hair.] She's a Mrs. +Erlynne. + +LADY PLYMDALE. That woman! + +DUMBY. Yes; that is what every one calls her. + +LADY PLYMDALE. How very interesting! How intensely interesting! +I really must have a good stare at her. [Goes to door of ball-room +and looks in.] I have heard the most shocking things about her. +They say she is ruining poor Windermere. And Lady Windermere, who +goes in for being so proper, invites her! How extremely amusing! +It takes a thoroughly good woman to do a thoroughly stupid thing. +You are to lunch there on Friday! + +DUMBY. Why? + +LADY PLYMDALE. Because I want you to take my husband with you. He +has been so attentive lately, that he has become a perfect +nuisance. Now, this woman is just the thing for him. He'll dance +attendance upon her as long as she lets him, and won't bother me. +I assure you, women of that kind are most useful. They form the +basis of other people's marriages. + +DUMBY. What a mystery you are! + +LADY PLYMDALE. [Looking at him.] I wish YOU were! + +DUMBY. I am--to myself. I am the only person in the world I +should like to know thoroughly; but I don't see any chance of it +just at present. + +[They pass into the ball-room, and LADY WINDERMERE and LORD +DARLINGTON enter from the terrace.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Her coming here is monstrous, unbearable. +I know now what you meant to-day at tea-time. Why didn't you tell +me right out? You should have! + +LORD DARLINGTON. I couldn't! A man can't tell these things about +another man! But if I had known he was going to make you ask her +here to-night, I think I would have told you. That insult, at any +rate, you would have been spared. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I did not ask her. He insisted on her coming-- +against my entreaties--against my commands. Oh! the house is +tainted for me! I feel that every woman here sneers at me as she +dances by with my husband. What have I done to deserve this? I +gave him all my life. He took it--used it--spoiled it! I am +degraded in my own eyes; and I lack courage--I am a coward! [Sits +down on sofa.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. If I know you at all, I know that you can't live +with a man who treats you like this! What sort of life would you +have with him? You would feel that he was lying to you every +moment of the day. You would feel that the look in his eyes was +false, his voice false, his touch false, his passion false. He +would come to you when he was weary of others; you would have to +comfort him. He would come to you when he was devoted to others; +you would have to charm him. You would have to be to him the mask +of his real life, the cloak to hide his secret. + +LADY WINDERMERE. You are right--you are terribly right. But where +am I to turn? You said you would be my friend, Lord Darlington.-- +Tell me, what am I to do? Be my friend now. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Between men and women there is no friendship +possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no +friendship. I love you - + +LADY WINDERMERE. No, no! [Rises.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. Yes, I love you! You are more to me than +anything in the whole world. What does your husband give you? +Nothing. Whatever is in him he gives to this wretched woman, whom +he has thrust into your society, into your home, to shame you +before every one. I offer you my life - + +LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington! + +LORD DARLINGTON. My life--my whole life. Take it, and do with it +what you will. . . . I love you--love you as I have never loved any +living thing. From the moment I met you I loved you, loved you +blindly, adoringly, madly! You did not know it then--you know it +now! Leave this house to-night. I won't tell you that the world +matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. +They matter a great deal. They matter far too much. But there are +moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, +fully, entirely, completely--or dragging out some false, shallow, +degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You +have that moment now. Choose! Oh, my love, choose. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Moving slowly away from him, and looking at him +with startled eyes.] I have not the courage. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Following her.] Yes; you have the courage. +There may be six months of pain, of disgrace even, but when you no +longer bear his name, when you bear mine, all will be well. +Margaret, my love, my wife that shall be some day--yes, my wife! +You know it! What are you now? This woman has the place that +belongs by right to you. Oh! go--go out of this house, with head +erect, with a smile upon your lips, with courage in your eyes. All +London will know why you did it; and who will blame you? No one. +If they do, what matter? Wrong? What is wrong? It's wrong for a +man to abandon his wife for a shameless woman. It is wrong for a +wife to remain with a man who so dishonours her. You said once you +would make no compromise with things. Make none now. Be brave! +Be yourself! + +LADY WINDERMERE. I am afraid of being myself. Let me think! Let +me wait! My husband may return to me. [Sits down on sofa.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. And you would take him back! You are not what I +thought you were. You are just the same as every other woman. You +would stand anything rather than face the censure of a world, whose +praise you would despise. In a week you will be driving with this +woman in the Park. She will be your constant guest--your dearest +friend. You would endure anything rather than break with one blow +this monstrous tie. You are right. You have no courage; none! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Ah, give me time to think. I cannot answer you +now. [Passes her hand nervously over her brow.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. It must be now or not at all. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising from the sofa.] Then, not at all! [A +pause.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. You break my heart! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Mine is already broken. [A pause.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. To-morrow I leave England. This is the last time +I shall ever look on you. You will never see me again. For one +moment our lives met--our souls touched. They must never meet or +touch again. Good-bye, Margaret. [Exit.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. How alone I am in life! How terribly alone! + +[The music stops. Enter the DUCHESS OF BERWICK and LORD PAISLEY +laughing and talking. Other guests come on from ball-room.] + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Margaret, I've just been having such a +delightful chat with Mrs. Erlynne. I am so sorry for what I said +to you this afternoon about her. Of course, she must be all right +if YOU invite her. A most attractive woman, and has such sensible +views on life. Told me she entirely disapproved of people marrying +more than once, so I feel quite safe about poor Augustus. Can't +imagine why people speak against her. It's those horrid nieces of +mine--the Saville girls--they're always talking scandal. Still, I +should go to Homburg, dear, I really should. She is just a little +too attractive. But where is Agatha? Oh, there she is: [LADY +AGATHA and MR. HOPPER enter from terrace L.U.E.] Mr. Hopper, I am +very, very angry with you. You have taken Agatha out on the +terrace, and she is so delicate. + +HOPPER. Awfully sorry, Duchess. We went out for a moment and then +got chatting together. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [C.] Ah, about dear Australia, I suppose? + +HOPPER. Yes! + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Agatha, darling! [Beckons her over.] + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma! + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Aside.] Did Mr. Hopper definitely - + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. And what answer did you give him, dear child? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Affectionately.] My dear one! You always +say the right thing. Mr. Hopper! James! Agatha has told me +everything. How cleverly you have both kept your secret. + +HOPPER. You don't mind my taking Agatha off to Australia, then, +Duchess? + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Indignantly.] To Australia? Oh, don't +mention that dreadful vulgar place. + +HOPPER. But she said she'd like to come with me. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Severely.] Did you say that, Agatha? + +LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Agatha, you say the most silly things +possible. I think on the whole that Grosvenor Square would be a +more healthy place to reside in. There are lots of vulgar people +live in Grosvenor Square, but at any rate there are no horrid +kangaroos crawling about. But we'll talk about that to-morrow. +James, you can take Agatha down. You'll come to lunch, of course, +James. At half-past one, instead of two. The Duke will wish to +say a few words to you, I am sure. + +HOPPER. I should like to have a chat with the Duke, Duchess. He +has not said a single word to me yet. + +DUCHESS OF BERWICK. I think you'll find he will have a great deal +to say to you to-morrow. [Exit LADY AGATHA with MR. HOPPER.] And +now good-night, Margaret. I'm afraid it's the old, old story, +dear. Love--well, not love at first sight, but love at the end of +the season, which is so much more satisfactory. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Good-night, Duchess. + +[Exit the DUCHESS OF BERWICK on LORD PAISLEY'S arm.] + +LADY PLYMDALE. My dear Margaret, what a handsome woman your +husband has been dancing with! I should be quite jealous if I were +you! Is she a great friend of yours? + +LADY WINDERMERE. No! + +LADY PLYMDALE. Really? Good-night, dear. [Looks at MR. DUMBY and +exit.] + +DUMBY. Awful manners young Hopper has! + +CECIL GRAHAM. Ah! Hopper is one of Nature's gentlemen, the worst +type of gentleman I know. + +DUMBY. Sensible woman, Lady Windermere. Lots of wives would have +objected to Mrs. Erlynne coming. But Lady Windermere has that +uncommon thing called common sense. + +CECIL GRAHAM. And Windermere knows that nothing looks so like +innocence as an indiscretion. + +DUMBY. Yes; dear Windermere is becoming almost modern. Never +thought he would. [Bows to LADY WINDERMERE and exit.] + +LADY JEDBURGH. Good night, Lady Windermere. What a fascinating +woman Mrs. Erlynne is! She is coming to lunch on Thursday, won't +you come too? I expect the Bishop and dear Lady Merton. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I am afraid I am engaged, Lady Jedburgh. + +LADY JEDBURGH. So sorry. Come, dear. [Exeunt LADY JEDBURGH and +MISS GRAHAM.] + +[Enter MRS. ERLYNNE and LORD WINDERMERE.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Charming ball it has been! Quite reminds me of old +days. [Sits on sofa.] And I see that there are just as many fools +in society as there used to be. So pleased to find that nothing +has altered! Except Margaret. She's grown quite pretty. The last +time I saw her--twenty years ago, she was a fright in flannel. +Positive fright, I assure you. The dear Duchess! and that sweet +Lady Agatha! Just the type of girl I like! Well, really, +Windermere, if I am to be the Duchess's sister-in-law + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Sitting L. of her.] But are you--? + +[Exit MR. CECIL GRAHAM with rest of guests. LADY WINDERMERE +watches, with a look of scorn and pain, MRS. ERLYNNE and her +husband. They are unconscious of her presence.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, yes! He's to call to-morrow at twelve o'clock! +He wanted to propose to-night. In fact he did. He kept on +proposing. Poor Augustus, you know how he repeats himself. Such a +bad habit! But I told him I wouldn't give him an answer till to- +morrow. Of course I am going to take him. And I dare say I'll +make him an admirable wife, as wives go. And there is a great deal +of good in Lord Augustus. Fortunately it is all on the surface. +Just where good qualities should be. Of course you must help me in +this matter. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I am not called on to encourage Lord Augustus, I +suppose? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, no! I do the encouraging. But you will make me +a handsome settlement, Windermere, won't you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Frowning.] Is that what you want to talk to me +about to-night? + +MRS ERLYNNE. Yes. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [With a gesture of impatience.] I will not talk +of it here. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Laughing.] Then we will talk of it on the terrace. +Even business should have a picturesque background. Should it not, +Windermere? With a proper background women can do anything. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Won't to-morrow do as well? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. No; you see, to-morrow I am going to accept him. +And I think it would be a good thing if I was able to tell him that +I had--well, what shall I say?--2000 pounds a year left to me by a +third cousin--or a second husband--or some distant relative of that +kind. It would be an additional attraction, wouldn't it? You have +a delightful opportunity now of paying me a compliment, Windermere. +But you are not very clever at paying compliments. I am afraid +Margaret doesn't encourage you in that excellent habit. It's a +great mistake on her part. When men give up saying what is +charming, they give up thinking what is charming. But seriously, +what do you say to 2000 pounds? 2500 pounds, I think. In modern +life margin is everything. Windermere, don't you think the world +an intensely amusing place? I do! + +[Exit on terrace with LORD WINDERMERE. Music strikes up in ball- +room.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. To stay in this house any longer is impossible. +To-night a man who loves me offered me his whole life. I refused +it. It was foolish of me. I will offer him mine now. I will give +him mine. I will go to him! [Puts on cloak and goes to the door, +then turns back. Sits down at table and writes a letter, puts it +into an envelope, and leaves it on table.] Arthur has never +understood me. When he reads this, he will. He may do as he +chooses now with his life. I have done with mine as I think best, +as I think right. It is he who has broken the bond of marriage-- +not I. I only break its bondage. + +[Exit.] + +[PARKER enters L. and crosses towards the ball-room R. Enter MRS. +ERLYNNE.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Is Lady Windermere in the ball-room? + +PARKER. Her ladyship has just gone out. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Gone out? She's not on the terrace? + +PARKER. No, madam. Her ladyship has just gone out of the house. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Starts, and looks at the servant with a puzzled +expression in her face.] Out of the house? + +PARKER. Yes, madam--her ladyship told me she had left a letter for +his lordship on the table. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. A letter for Lord Windermere? + +PARKER. Yes, madam. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Thank you. + +[Exit PARKER. The music in the ball-room stops.] Gone out of her +house! A letter addressed to her husband! [Goes over to bureau +and looks at letter. Takes it up and lays it down again with a +shudder of fear.] No, no! It would be impossible! Life doesn't +repeat its tragedies like that! Oh, why does this horrible fancy +come across me? Why do I remember now the one moment of my life I +most wish to forget? Does life repeat its tragedies? [Tears +letter open and reads it, then sinks down into a chair with a +gesture of anguish.] Oh, how terrible! The same words that twenty +years ago I wrote to her father! and how bitterly I have been +punished for it! No; my punishment, my real punishment is to- +night, is now! [Still seated R.] + +[Enter LORD WINDERMERE L.U.E.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Have you said good-night to my wife? [Comes C.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Crushing letter in her hand.] Yes. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Where is she? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. She is very tired. She has gone to bed. She said +she had a headache. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I must go to her. You'll excuse me? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising hurriedly.] Oh, no! It's nothing serious. +She's only very tired, that is all. Besides, there are people +still in the supper-room. She wants you to make her apologies to +them. She said she didn't wish to be disturbed. [Drops letter.] +She asked me to tell you! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Picks up letter.] You have dropped something. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh yes, thank you, that is mine. [Puts out her hand +to take it.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Still looking at letter.] But it's my wife's +handwriting, isn't it? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Takes the letter quickly.] Yes, it's--an address. +Will you ask them to call my carriage, please? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Certainly. + +[Goes L. and Exit.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Thanks! What can I do? What can I do? I feel a +passion awakening within me that I never felt before. What can it +mean? The daughter must not be like the mother--that would be +terrible. How can I save her? How can I save my child? A moment +may ruin a life. Who knows that better than I? Windermere must be +got out of the house; that is absolutely necessary. [Goes L.] But +how shall I do it? It must be done somehow. Ah! + +[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS R.U.E. carrying bouquet.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Dear lady, I am in such suspense! May I not have +an answer to my request? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Lord Augustus, listen to me. You are to take Lord +Windermere down to your club at once, and keep him there as long as +possible. You understand? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. But you said you wished me to keep early hours! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Nervously.] Do what I tell you. Do what I tell +you. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. And my reward? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Your reward? Your reward? Oh! ask me that to- +morrow. But don't let Windermere out of your sight to-night. If +you do I will never forgive you. I will never speak to you again. +I'll have nothing to do with you. Remember you are to keep +Windermere at your club, and don't let him come back to-night. + +[Exit L.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Well, really, I might be her husband already. +Positively I might. [Follows her in a bewildered manner.] + +ACT DROP. + + + +THIRD ACT + + + +SCENE + +Lord Darlington's Rooms. A large sofa is in front of fireplace R. +At the back of the stage a curtain is drawn across the window. +Doors L. and R. Table R. with writing materials. Table C. with +syphons, glasses, and Tantalus frame. Table L. with cigar and +cigarette box. Lamps lit. + + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Standing by the fireplace.] Why doesn't he +come? This waiting is horrible. He should be here. Why is he not +here, to wake by passionate words some fire within me? I am cold-- +cold as a loveless thing. Arthur must have read my letter by this +time. If he cared for me, he would have come after me, would have +taken me back by force. But he doesn't care. He's entrammelled by +this woman--fascinated by her--dominated by her. If a woman wants +to hold a man, she has merely to appeal to what is worst in him. +We make gods of men and they leave us. Others make brutes of them +and they fawn and are faithful. How hideous life is! . . . Oh! it +was mad of me to come here, horribly mad. And yet, which is the +worst, I wonder, to be at the mercy of a man who loves one, or the +wife of a man who in one's own house dishonours one? What woman +knows? What woman in the whole world? But will he love me always, +this man to whom I am giving my life? What do I bring him? Lips +that have lost the note of joy, eyes that are blinded by tears, +chill hands and icy heart. I bring him nothing. I must go back-- +no; I can't go back, my letter has put me in their power--Arthur +would not take me back! That fatal letter! No! Lord Darlington +leaves England to-morrow. I will go with him--I have no choice. +[Sits down for a few moments. Then starts up and puts on her +cloak.] No, no! I will go back, let Arthur do with me what he +pleases. I can't wait here. It has been madness my coming. I +must go at once. As for Lord Darlington--Oh! here he is! What +shall I do? What can I say to him? Will he let me go away at all? +I have heard that men are brutal, horrible . . . Oh! [Hides her +face in her hands.] + +[Enter MRS. ERLYNNE L.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Lady Windermere! [LADY WINDERMERE starts and looks +up. Then recoils in contempt.] Thank Heaven I am in time. You +must go back to your husband's house immediately. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Must? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Authoritatively.] Yes, you must! There is not a +second to be lost. Lord Darlington may return at any moment. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Don't come near me! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! You are on the brink of ruin, you are on the +brink of a hideous precipice. You must leave this place at once, +my carriage is waiting at the corner of the street. You must come +with me and drive straight home. + +[LADY WINDERMERE throws off her cloak and flings it on the sofa.] + +What are you doing? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne--if you had not come here, I would +have gone back. But now that I see you, I feel that nothing in the +whole world would induce me to live under the same roof as Lord +Windermere. You fill me with horror. There is something about you +that stirs the wildest--rage within me. And I know why you are +here. My husband sent you to lure me back that I might serve as a +blind to whatever relations exist between you and him. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! You don't think that--you can't. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Go back to my husband, Mrs. Erlynne. He belongs +to you and not to me. I suppose he is afraid of a scandal. Men +are such cowards. They outrage every law of the world, and are +afraid of the world's tongue. But he had better prepare himself. +He shall have a scandal. He shall have the worst scandal there has +been in London for years. He shall see his name in every vile +paper, mine on every hideous placard. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. No--no - + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes! he shall. Had he come himself, I admit I +would have gone back to the life of degradation you and he had +prepared for me--I was going back--but to stay himself at home, and +to send you as his messenger--oh! it was infamous--infamous. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [C.] Lady Windermere, you wrong me horribly--you +wrong your husband horribly. He doesn't know you are here--he +thinks you are safe in your own house. He thinks you are asleep in +your own room. He never read the mad letter you wrote to him! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [R.] Never read it! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. No--he knows nothing about it. + +LADY WINDERMERE. How simple you think me! [Going to her.] You +are lying to me! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Restraining herself.] I am not. I am telling you +the truth. + +LADY WINDERMERE. If my husband didn't read my letter, how is it +that you are here? Who told you I had left the house you were +shameless enough to enter? Who told you where I had gone to? My +husband told you, and sent you to decoy me back. [Crosses L.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [R.C.] Your husband has never seen the letter. I-- +saw it, I opened it. I--read it. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Turning to her.] You opened a letter of mine to +my husband? You wouldn't dare! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Dare! Oh! to save you from the abyss into which you +are falling, there is nothing in the world I would not dare, +nothing in the whole world. Here is the letter. Your husband has +never read it. He never shall read it. [Going to fireplace.] It +should never have been written. [Tears it and throws it into the +fire.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. [With infinite contempt in her voice and look.] +How do I know that that was my letter after all? You seem to think +the commonest device can take me in! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! why do you disbelieve everything I tell you? +What object do you think I have in coming here, except to save you +from utter ruin, to save you from the consequence of a hideous +mistake? That letter that is burnt now WAS your letter. I swear +it to you! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Slowly.] You took good care to burn it before I +had examined it. I cannot trust you. You, whose whole life is a +lie, could you speak the truth about anything? [Sits down.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Hurriedly.] Think as you like about me--say what +you choose against me, but go back, go back to the husband you +love. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Sullenly.] I do NOT love him! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You do, and you know that he loves you. + +LADY WINDERMERE. He does not understand what love is. He +understands it as little as you do--but I see what you want. It +would be a great advantage for you to get me back. Dear Heaven! +what a life I would have then! Living at the mercy of a woman who +has neither mercy nor pity in her, a woman whom it is an infamy to +meet, a degradation to know, a vile woman, a woman who comes +between husband and wife! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a gesture of despair.] Lady Windermere, Lady +Windermere, don't say such terrible things. You don't know how +terrible they are, how terrible and how unjust. Listen, you must +listen! Only go back to your husband, and I promise you never to +communicate with him again on any pretext--never to see him--never +to have anything to do with his life or yours. The money that he +gave me, he gave me not through love, but through hatred, not in +worship, but in contempt. The hold I have over him - + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] Ah! you admit you have a hold! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes, and I will tell you what it is. It is his love +for you, Lady Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. You expect me to believe that? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You must believe it! It is true. It is his love +for you that has made him submit to--oh! call it what you like, +tyranny, threats, anything you choose. But it is his love for you. +His desire to spare you--shame, yes, shame and disgrace. + +LADY WINDERMERE. What do you mean? You are insolent! What have I +to do with you? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Humbly.] Nothing. I know it--but I tell you that +your husband loves you--that you may never meet with such love +again in your whole life--that such love you will never meet--and +that if you throw it away, the day may come when you will starve +for love and it will not be given to you, beg for love and it will +be denied you--Oh! Arthur loves you! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur? And you tell me there is nothing between +you? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Lady Windermere, before Heaven your husband is +guiltless of all offence towards you! And I--I tell you that had +it ever occurred to me that such a monstrous suspicion would have +entered your mind, I would have died rather than have crossed your +life or his--oh! died, gladly died! [Moves away to sofa R.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. You talk as if you had a heart. Women like you +have no hearts. Heart is not in you. You are bought and sold. +[Sits L.C.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Starts, with a gesture of pain. Then restrains +herself, and comes over to where LADY WINDERMERE is sitting. As +she speaks, she stretches out her hands towards her, but does not +dare to touch her.] Believe what you choose about me. I am not +worth a moment's sorrow. But don't spoil your beautiful young life +on my account! You don't know what may be in store for you, unless +you leave this house at once. You don't know what it is to fall +into the pit, to be despised, mocked, abandoned, sneered at--to be +an outcast! to find the door shut against one, to have to creep in +by hideous byways, afraid every moment lest the mask should be +stripped from one's face, and all the while to hear the laughter, +the horrible laughter of the world, a thing more tragic than all +the tears the world has ever shed. You don't know what it is. One +pays for one's sin, and then one pays again, and all one's life one +pays. You must never know that.--As for me, if suffering be an +expiation, then at this moment I have expiated all my faults, +whatever they have been; for to-night you have made a heart in one +who had it not, made it and broken it.--But let that pass. I may +have wrecked my own life, but I will not let you wreck yours. You- +-why, you are a mere girl, you would be lost. You haven't got the +kind of brains that enables a woman to get back. You have neither +the wit nor the courage. You couldn't stand dishonour! No! Go +back, Lady Windermere, to the husband who loves you, whom you love. +You have a child, Lady Windermere. Go back to that child who even +now, in pain or in joy, may be calling to you. [LADY WINDERMERE +rises.] God gave you that child. He will require from you that +you make his life fine, that you watch over him. What answer will +you make to God if his life is ruined through you? Back to your +house, Lady Windermere--your husband loves you! He has never +swerved for a moment from the love he bears you. But even if he +had a thousand loves, you must stay with your child. If he was +harsh to you, you must stay with your child. If he ill-treated +you, you must stay with your child. If he abandoned you, your +place is with your child. + +[LADY WINDERMERE bursts into tears and buries her face in her +hands.] + +[Rushing to her.] Lady Windermere! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Holding out her hands to her, helplessly, as a +child might do.] Take me home. Take me home. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Is about to embrace her. Then restrains herself. +There is a look of wonderful joy in her face.] Come! Where is +your cloak? [Getting it from sofa.] Here. Put it on. Come at +once! + +[They go to the door.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Stop! Don't you hear voices? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. No, no! There was no one! + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, there is! Listen! Oh! that is my husband's +voice! He is coming in! Save me! Oh, it's some plot! You have +sent for him. + +[Voices outside.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Silence! I'm here to save you, if I can. But I +fear it is too late! There! [Points to the curtain across the +window.] The first chance you have, slip out, if you ever get a +chance! + +LADY WINDERMERE. But you? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! never mind me. I'll face them. + +[LADY WINDERMERE hides herself behind the curtain.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [Outside.] Nonsense, dear Windermere, you must not +leave me! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Lord Augustus! Then it is I who am lost! +[Hesitates for a moment, then looks round and sees door R., and +exits through it.] + + [Enter LORD DARLINGTON, MR. DUMBY, LORD WINDERMERE, LORD AUGUSTUS +LORTON, and MR. CECIL GRAHAM. + +DUMBY. What a nuisance their turning us out of the club at this +hour! It's only two o'clock. [Sinks into a chair.] The lively +part of the evening is only just beginning. [Yawns and closes his +eyes.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. It is very good of you, Lord Darlington, allowing +Augustus to force our company on you, but I'm afraid I can't stay +long. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Really! I am so sorry! You'll take a cigar, +won't you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Thanks! [Sits down.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [To LORD WINDERMERE.] My dear boy, you must not +dream of going. I have a great deal to talk to you about, of +demmed importance, too. [Sits down with him at L. table.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! We all know what that is! Tuppy can't talk +about anything but Mrs. Erlynne. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Well, that is no business of yours, is it, Cecil? + +CECIL GRAHAM. None! That is why it interests me. My own business +always bores me to death. I prefer other people's. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Have something to drink, you fellows. Cecil, +you'll have a whisky and soda? + +CECIL GRAHAM. Thanks. [Goes to table with LORD DARLINGTON.] Mrs. +Erlynne looked very handsome to-night, didn't she? + +LORD DARLINGTON. I am not one of her admirers. + +CECIL GRAHAM. I usen't to be, but I am now. Why! she actually +made me introduce her to poor dear Aunt Caroline. I believe she is +going to lunch there. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [In Purple.] No? + +CECIL GRAHAM. She is, really. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Excuse me, you fellows. I'm going away to- +morrow. And I have to write a few letters. [Goes to writing table +and sits down.] + +DUMBY. Clever woman, Mrs. Erlynne. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Hallo, Dumby! I thought you were asleep. + +DUMBY. I am, I usually am! + +LORD AUGUSTUS. A very clever woman. Knows perfectly well what a +demmed fool I am--knows it as well as I do myself. + +[CECIL GRAHAM comes towards him laughing.] + +Ah, you may laugh, my boy, but it is a great thing to come across a +woman who thoroughly understands one. + +DUMBY. It is an awfully dangerous thing. They always end by +marrying one. + +CECIL GRAHAM. But I thought, Tuppy, you were never going to see +her again! Yes! you told me so yesterday evening at the club. You +said you'd heard - + +[Whispering to him.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Oh, she's explained that. + +CECIL GRAHAM. And the Wiesbaden affair? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. She's explained that too. + +DUMBY. And her income, Tuppy? Has she explained that? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [In a very serious voice.] She's going to explain +that to-morrow. + +[CECIL GRAHAM goes back to C. table.] + +DUMBY. Awfully commercial, women nowadays. Our grandmothers threw +their caps over the mills, of course, but, by Jove, their +granddaughters only throw their caps over mills that can raise the +wind for them. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. You want to make her out a wicked woman. She is +not! + +CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! Wicked women bother one. Good women bore one. +That is the only difference between them. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [Puffing a cigar.] Mrs. Erlynne has a future +before her. + +DUMBY. Mrs. Erlynne has a past before her. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. I prefer women with a past. They're always so +demmed amusing to talk to. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Well, you'll have lots of topics of conversation +with HER, Tuppy. [Rising and going to him.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. You're getting annoying, dear-boy; you're getting +demmed annoying. + +CECIL GRAHAM. [Puts his hands on his shoulders.] Now, Tuppy, +you've lost your figure and you've lost your character. Don't lose +your temper; you have only got one. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. My dear boy, if I wasn't the most good-natured man +in London - + +CECIL GRAHAM. We'd treat you with more respect, wouldn't we, +Tuppy? [Strolls away.] + +DUMBY. The youth of the present day are quite monstrous. They +have absolutely no respect for dyed hair. [LORD AUGUSTUS looks +round angrily.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. Mrs. Erlynne has a very great respect for dear +Tuppy. + +DUMBY. Then Mrs. Erlynne sets an admirable example to the rest of +her sex. It is perfectly brutal the way most women nowadays behave +to men who are not their husbands. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Dumby, you are ridiculous, and Cecil, you let +your tongue run away with you. You must leave Mrs. Erlynne alone. +You don't really know anything about her, and you're always talking +scandal against her. + +CECIL GRAHAM. [Coming towards him L.C.] My dear Arthur, I never +talk scandal. _I_ only talk gossip. + +LORD WINDERMERE. What is the difference between scandal and +gossip? + +CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! gossip is charming! History is merely gossip. +But scandal is gossip made tedious by morality. Now, I never +moralise. A man who moralises is usually a hypocrite, and a woman +who moralises is invariably plain. There is nothing in the whole +world so unbecoming to a woman as a Nonconformist conscience. And +most women know it, I'm glad to say. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Just my sentiments, dear boy, just my sentiments. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Sorry to hear it, Tuppy; whenever people agree with +me, I always feel I must be wrong. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. My dear boy, when I was your age - + +CECIL GRAHAM. But you never were, Tuppy, and you never will be. +[Goes up C.] I say, Darlington, let us have some cards. You'll +play, Arthur, won't you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. No, thanks, Cecil. + +DUMBY. [With a sigh.] Good heavens! how marriage ruins a man! +It's as demoralising as cigarettes, and far more expensive. + +CECIL GRAHAM. You'll play, of course, Tuppy? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [Pouring himself out a brandy and soda at table.] +Can't, dear boy. Promised Mrs. Erlynne never to play or drink +again. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Now, my dear Tuppy, don't be led astray into the +paths of virtue. Reformed, you would be perfectly tedious. That +is the worst of women. They always want one to be good. And if we +are good, when they meet us, they don't love us at all. They like +to find us quite irretrievably bad, and to leave us quite +unattractively good. + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Rising from R. table, where he has been writing +letters.] They always do find us bad! + +DUMBY. I don't think we are bad. I think we are all good, except +Tuppy. + +LORD DARLINGTON. No, we are all in the gutter, but some of us are +looking at the stars. [Sits down at C. table.] + +DUMBY. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the +stars? Upon my word, you are very romantic to-night, Darlington. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Too romantic! You must be in love. Who is the +girl? + +LORD DARLINGTON. The woman I love is not free, or thinks she +isn't. [Glances instinctively at LORD WINDERMERE while he speaks.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. A married woman, then! Well, there's nothing in the +world like the devotion of a married woman. It's a thing no +married man knows anything about. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Oh! she doesn't love me. She is a good woman. +She is the only good woman I have ever met in my life. + +CECIL GRAHAM. The only good woman you have ever met in your life? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Yes! + +CECIL GRAHAM. [Lighting a cigarette.] Well, you are a lucky +fellow! Why, I have met hundreds of good women. I never seem to +meet any but good women. The world is perfectly packed with good +women. To know them is a middle-class education. + +LORD DARLINGTON. This woman has purity and innocence. She has +everything we men have lost. + +CECIL GRAHAM. My dear fellow, what on earth should we men do going +about with purity and innocence? A carefully thought-out +buttonhole is much more effective. + +DUMBY. She doesn't really love you then? + +LORD DARLINGTON. No, she does not! + +DUMBY. I congratulate you, my dear fellow. In this world there +are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the +other is getting it. The last is much the worst; the last is a +real tragedy! But I am interested to hear she does not love you. +How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil? + +CECIL GRAHAM. A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life! + +DUMBY. So could I. But it's so difficult to meet one. + +LORD DARLINGTON. How can you be so conceited, DUMBY? + +DUMBY. I didn't say it as a matter of conceit. I said it as a +matter of regret. I have been wildly, madly adored. I am sorry I +have. It has been an immense nuisance. I should like to be +allowed a little time to myself now and then. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [Looking round.] Time to educate yourself, I +suppose. + +DUMBY. No, time to forget all I have learned. That is much more +important, dear Tuppy. [LORD AUGUSTUS moves uneasily in his +chair.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. What cynics you fellows are! + +CECIL GRAHAM. What is a cynic? [Sitting on the back of the sofa.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. A man who knows the price of everything and the +value of nothing. + +CECIL GRAHAM. And a sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man +who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn't know the market +price of any single thing. + +LORD DARLINGTON. You always amuse me, Cecil. You talk as if you +were a man of experience. + +CECIL GRAHAM. I am. [Moves up to front off fireplace.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. You are far too young! + +CECIL GRAHAM. That is a great error. Experience is a question of +instinct about life. I have got it. Tuppy hasn't. Experience is +the name Tuppy gives to his mistakes. That is all. [LORD AUGUSTUS +looks round indignantly.] + +DUMBY. Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes. + +CECIL GRAHAM. [Standing with his back to the fireplace.] One +shouldn't commit any. [Sees LADY WINDERMERE'S fan on sofa.] + +DUMBY. Life would be very dull without them. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Of course you are quite faithful to this woman you +are in love with, Darlington, to this good woman? + +LORD DARLINGTON. Cecil, if on really loves a woman, all other +women in the world become absolutely meaningless to one. Love +changes one--_I_ am changed. + +CECIL GRAHAM. Dear me! How very interesting! Tuppy, I want to +talk to you. [LORD AUGUSTUS takes no notice.] + +DUMBY. It's no use talking to Tuppy. You might just as well talk +to a brick wall. + +CECIL GRAHAM. But I like talking to a brick wall--it's the only +thing in the world that never contradicts me! Tuppy! + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Well, what is it? What is it? [Rising and going +over to CECIL GRAHAM.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. Come over here. I want you particularly. [Aside.] +Darlington has been moralising and talking about the purity of +love, and that sort of thing, and he has got some woman in his +rooms all the time. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. No, really! really! + +CECIL GRAHAM. [In a low voice.] Yes, here is her fan. [Points to +the fan.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [Chuckling.] By Jove! By Jove! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Up by door.] I am really off now, Lord +Darlington. I am sorry you are leaving England so soon. Pray call +on us when you come back! My wife and I will be charmed to see +you! + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Up sage with LORD WINDERMERE.] I am afraid I +shall be away for many years. Good-night! + +CECIL GRAHAM. Arthur! + +LORD WINDERMERE. What? + +CECIL GRAHAM. I want to speak to you for a moment. No, do come! + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Putting on his coat.] I can't--I'm off! + +CECIL GRAHAM. It is something very particular. It will interest +you enormously. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Smiling.] It is some of your nonsense, Cecil. + +CECIL GRAHAM. It isn't! It isn't really. + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [Going to him.] My dear fellow, you mustn't go +yet. I have a lot to talk to you about. And Cecil has something +to show you. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Walking over.] Well, what is it? + +CECIL GRAHAM. Darlington has got a woman here in his rooms. Here +is her fan. Amusing, isn't it? [A pause.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Good God! [Seizes the fan--DUMBY rises.] + +CECIL GRAHAM. What is the matter? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington! + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Turning round.] Yes! + +LORD WINDERMERE. What is my wife's fan doing here in your rooms? +Hands off, Cecil. Don't touch me. + +LORD DARLINGTON. Your wife's fan? + +LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, here it is! + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Walking towards him.] I don't know! + +LORD WINDERMERE. You must know. I demand an explanation. Don't +hold me, you fool. [To CECIL GRAHAM.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. [Aside.] She is here after all! + +LORD WINDERMERE. Speak, sir! Why is my wife's fan here? Answer +me! By God! I'll search your rooms, and if my wife's here, I'll-- +[Moves.] + +LORD DARLINGTON. You shall not search my rooms. You have no right +to do so. I forbid you! + +LORD WINDERMERE. You scoundrel! I'll not leave your room till I +have searched every corner of it! What moves behind that curtain? +[Rushes towards the curtain C.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Enters behind R.] Lord Windermere! + +LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne! + +[Every one starts and turns round. LADY WINDERMERE slips out from +behind the curtain and glides from the room L.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I am afraid I took your wife's fan in mistake for my +own, when I was leaving your house to-night. I am so sorry. +[Takes fan from him. LORD WINDERMERE looks at her in contempt. +LORD DARLINGTON in mingled astonishment and anger. LORD AUGUSTUS +turns away. The other men smile at each other.] + +ACT DROP. + + + +FOURTH ACT + + + +SCENE--Same as in Act I. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Lying on sofa.] How can I tell him? I can't +tell him. It would kill me. I wonder what happened after I +escaped from that horrible room. Perhaps she told them the true +reason of her being there, and the real meaning of that--fatal fan +of mine. Oh, if he knows--how can I look him in the face again? +He would never forgive me. [Touches bell.] How securely one +thinks one lives--out of reach of temptation, sin, folly. And then +suddenly--Oh! Life is terrible. It rules us, we do not rule it. + +[Enter ROSALIE R.] + +ROSALIE. Did your ladyship ring for me? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Have you found out at what time Lord +Windermere came in last night? + +ROSALIE. His lordship did not come in till five o'clock. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Five o'clock? He knocked at my door this +morning, didn't he? + +ROSALIE. Yes, my lady--at half-past nine. I told him your +ladyship was not awake yet. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Did he say anything? + +ROSALIE. Something about your ladyship's fan. I didn't quite +catch what his lordship said. Has the fan been lost, my lady? I +can't find it, and Parker says it was not left in any of the rooms. +He has looked in all of them and on the terrace as well. + +LADY WINDERMERE. It doesn't matter. Tell Parker not to trouble. +That will do. + +[Exit ROSALIE.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] She is sure to tell him. I can fancy +a person doing a wonderful act of self-sacrifice, doing it +spontaneously, recklessly, nobly--and afterwards finding out that +it costs too much. Why should she hesitate between her ruin and +mine? . . . How strange! I would have publicly disgraced her in my +own house. She accepts public disgrace in the house of another to +save me. . . . There is a bitter irony in things, a bitter irony in +the way we talk of good and bad women. . . . Oh, what a lesson! and +what a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of +no use to us! For even if she doesn't tell, I must. Oh! the shame +of it, the shame of it. To tell it is to live through it all +again. Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the +second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . . Oh! +[Starts as LORD WINDERMERE enters.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Kisses her.] Margaret--how pale you look! + +LADY WINDERMERE. I slept very badly. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Sitting on sofa with her.] I am so sorry. I +came in dreadfully late, and didn't like to wake you. You are +crying, dear. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, I am crying, for I have something to tell +you, Arthur. + +LORD WINDERMERE. My dear child, you are not well. You've been +doing too much. Let us go away to the country. You'll be all +right at Selby. The season is almost over. There is no use +staying on. Poor darling! We'll go away to-day, if you like. +[Rises.] We can easily catch the 3.40. I'll send a wire to +Fannen. [Crosses and sits down at table to write a telegram.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes; let us go away to-day. No; I can't go to- +day, Arthur. There is some one I must see before I leave town-- +some one who has been kind to me. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Rising and leaning over sofa.] Kind to you? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Far more than that. [Rises and goes to him.] I +will tell you, Arthur, but only love me, love me as you used to +love me. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Used to? You are not thinking of that wretched +woman who came here last night? [Coming round and sitting R. of +her.] You don't still imagine--no, you couldn't. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I don't. I know now I was wrong and foolish. + +LORD WINDERMERE. It was very good of you to receive her last +night--but you are never to see her again. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you say that? [A pause.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Holding her hand.] Margaret, I thought Mrs. +Erlynne was a woman more sinned against than sinning, as the phrase +goes. I thought she wanted to be good, to get back into a place +that she had lost by a moment's folly, to lead again a decent life. +I believed what she told me--I was mistaken in her. She is bad--as +bad as a woman can be. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, Arthur, don't talk so bitterly about any +woman. I don't think now that people can be divided into the good +and the bad as though they were two separate races or creations. +What are called good women may have terrible things in them, mad +moods of recklessness, assertion, jealousy, sin. Bad women, as +they are termed, may have in them sorrow, repentance, pity, +sacrifice. And I don't think Mrs. Erlynne a bad woman--I know +she's not. + +LORD WINDERMERE. My dear child, the woman's impossible. No matter +what harm she tries to do us, you must never see her again. She is +inadmissible anywhere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. But I want to see her. I want her to come here. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Never! + +LADY WINDERMERE. She came here once as YOUR guest. She must come +now as MINE. That is but fair. + +LORD WINDERMERE. She should never have come here. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] It is too late, Arthur, to say that +now. [Moves away.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Rising.] Margaret, if you knew where Mrs. +Erlynne went last night, after she left this house, you would not +sit in the same room with her. It was absolutely shameless, the +whole thing. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, I can't bear it any longer. I must tell +you. Last night - + +[Enter PARKER with a tray on which lie LADY WINDERMERE'S fan and a +card.] + +PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne has called to return your ladyship's fan +which she took away by mistake last night. Mrs. Erlynne has +written a message on the card. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, ask Mrs. Erlynne to be kind enough to come +up. [Reads card.] Say I shall be very glad to see her. [Exit +PARKER.] She wants to see me, Arthur. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Takes card and looks at it.] Margaret, I BEG +you not to. Let me see her first, at any rate. She's a very +dangerous woman. She is the most dangerous woman I know. You +don't realise what you're doing. + +LADY WINDERMERE. It is right that I should see her. + +LORD WINDERMERE. My child, you may be on the brink of a great +sorrow. Don't go to meet it. It is absolutely necessary that I +should see her before you do. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Why should it be necessary? + +[Enter PARKER.] + +PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne. + +[Enter MRS. ERLYNNE.] + +[Exit PARKER.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. How do you do, Lady Windermere? [To LORD +WINDERMERE.] How do you do? Do you know, Lady Windermere, I am so +sorry about your fan. I can't imagine how I made such a silly +mistake. Most stupid of me. And as I was driving in your +direction, I thought I would take the opportunity of returning your +property in person with many apologies for my carelessness, and of +bidding you good-bye. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Good-bye? [Moves towards sofa with MRS. ERLYNNE +and sits down beside her.] Are you going away, then, Mrs. Erlynne? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes; I am going to live abroad again. The English +climate doesn't suit me. My--heart is affected here, and that I +don't like. I prefer living in the south. London is too full of +fogs and--and serious people, Lord Windermere. Whether the fogs +produce the serious people or whether the serious people produce +the fogs, I don't know, but the whole thing rather gets on my +nerves, and so I'm leaving this afternoon by the Club Train. + +LADY WINDERMERE. This afternoon? But I wanted so much to come and +see you. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. How kind of you! But I am afraid I have to go. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Shall I never see you again, Mrs. Erlynne? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I am afraid not. Our lives lie too far apart. But +there is a little thing I would like you to do for me. I want a +photograph of you, Lady Windermere--would you give me one? You +don't know how gratified I should be. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, with pleasure. There is one on that table. +I'll show it to you. [Goes across to the table.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Coming up to MRS. ERLYNNE and speaking in a low +voice.] It is monstrous your intruding yourself here after your +conduct last night. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [With an amused smile.] My dear Windermere, manners +before morals! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Returning.] I'm afraid it is very flattering--I +am not so pretty as that. [Showing photograph.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You are much prettier. But haven't you got one of +yourself with your little boy? + +LADY WINDERMERE. I have. Would you prefer one of those? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I'll go and get it for you, if you'll excuse me +for a moment. I have one upstairs. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. So sorry, Lady Windermere, to give you so much +trouble. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Moves to door R.] No trouble at all, Mrs. +Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Thanks so much. + +[Exit LADY WINDERMERE R.] You seem rather out of temper this +morning, Windermere. Why should you be? Margaret and I get on +charmingly together. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I can't bear to see you with her. Besides, you +have not told me the truth, Mrs. Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I have not told HER the truth, you mean. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Standing C.] I sometimes wish you had. I +should have been spared then the misery, the anxiety, the annoyance +of the last six months. But rather than my wife should know--that +the mother whom she was taught to consider as dead, the mother whom +she has mourned as dead, is living--a divorced woman, going about +under an assumed name, a bad woman preying upon life, as I know you +now to be--rather than that, I was ready to supply you with money +to pay bill after bill, extravagance after extravagance, to risk +what occurred yesterday, the first quarrel I have ever had with my +wife. You don't understand what that means to me. How could you? +But I tell you that the only bitter words that ever came from those +sweet lips of hers were on your account, and I hate to see you next +her. You sully the innocence that is in her. [Moves L.C.] And +then I used to think that with all your faults you were frank and +honest. You are not. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Why do you say that? + +LORD WINDERMERE. You made me get you an invitation to my wife's +ball. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. For my daughter's ball--yes. + +LORD WINDERMERE. You came, and within an hour of your leaving the +house you are found in a man's rooms--you are disgraced before +every one. [Goes up stage C.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Turning round on her.] Therefore I have a right +to look upon you as what you are--a worthless, vicious woman. I +have the right to tell you never to enter this house, never to +attempt to come near my wife - + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Coldly.] My daughter, you mean. + +LORD WINDERMERE. You have no right to claim her as your daughter. +You left her, abandoned her when she was but a child in the cradle, +abandoned her for your lover, who abandoned you in turn. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising.] Do you count that to his credit, Lord +Windermere--or to mine? + +LORD WINDERMERE. To his, now that I know you. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Take care--you had better be careful. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Oh, I am not going to mince words for you. I +know you thoroughly. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Looks steadily at him.] I question that. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I DO know you. For twenty years of your life you +lived without your child, without a thought of your child. One day +you read in the papers that she had married a rich man. You saw +your hideous chance. You knew that to spare her the ignominy of +learning that a woman like you was her mother, I would endure +anything. You began your blackmailing, + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Shrugging her shoulders.] Don't use ugly words, +Windermere. They are vulgar. I saw my chance, it is true, and +took it. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, you took it--and spoiled it all last night +by being found out. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a strange smile.] You are quite right, I +spoiled it all last night. + +LORD WINDERMERE. And as for your blunder in taking my wife's fan +from here and then leaving it about in Darlington's rooms, it is +unpardonable. I can't bear the sight of it now. I shall never let +my wife use it again. The thing is soiled for me. You should have +kept it and not brought it back. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I think I shall keep it. [Goes up.] It's extremely +pretty. [Takes up fan.] I shall ask Margaret to give it to me. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I hope my wife will give it you. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, I'm sure she will have no objection. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I wish that at the same time she would give you a +miniature she kisses every night before she prays--It's the +miniature of a young innocent-looking girl with beautiful DARK +hair. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Ah, yes, I remember. How long ago that seems! +[Goes to sofa and sits down.] It was done before I was married. +Dark hair and an innocent expression were the fashion then, +Windermere! [A pause.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. What do you mean by coming here this morning? +What is your object? [Crossing L.C. and sitting.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a note of irony in her voice.] To bid good- +bye to my dear daughter, of course. [LORD WINDERMERE bites his +under lip in anger. MRS. ERLYNNE looks at him, and her voice and +manner become serious. In her accents at she talks there is a note +of deep tragedy. For a moment she reveals herself.] Oh, don't +imagine I am going to have a pathetic scene with her, weep on her +neck and tell her who I am, and all that kind of thing. I have no +ambition to play the part of a mother. Only once in my life like I +known a mother's feelings. That was last night. They were +terrible--they made me suffer--they made me suffer too much. For +twenty years, as you say, I have lived childless,--I want to live +childless still. [Hiding her feelings with a trivial laugh.] +Besides, my dear Windermere, how on earth could I pose as a mother +with a grown-up daughter? Margaret is twenty-one, and I have never +admitted that I am more than twenty-nine, or thirty at the most. +Twenty-nine when there are pink shades, thirty when there are not. +So you see what difficulties it would involve. No, as far as I am +concerned, let your wife cherish the memory of this dead, stainless +mother. Why should I interfere with her illusions? I find it hard +enough to keep my own. I lost one illusion last night. I thought +I had no heart. I find I have, and a heart doesn't suit me, +Windermere. Somehow it doesn't go with modern dress. It makes one +look old. [Takes up hand-mirror from table and looks into it.] +And it spoils one's career at critical moments. + +LORD WINDERMERE. You fill me with horror--with absolute horror. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising.] I suppose, Windermere, you would like me +to retire into a convent, or become a hospital nurse, or something +of that kind, as people do in silly modern novels. That is stupid +of you, Arthur; in real life we don't do such things--not as long +as we have any good looks left, at any rate. No--what consoles one +nowadays is not repentance, but pleasure. Repentance is quite out +of date. And besides, if a woman really repents, she has to go to +a bad dressmaker, otherwise no one believes in her. And nothing in +the world would induce me to do that. No; I am going to pass +entirely out of your two lives. My coming into them has been a +mistake--I discovered that last night. + +LORD WINDERMERE. A fatal mistake. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Smiling.] Almost fatal. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I am sorry now I did not tell my wife the whole +thing at once. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I regret my bad actions. You regret your good ones- +-that is the difference between us. + +LORD WINDERMERE. I don't trust you. I WILL tell my wife. It's +better for her to know, and from me. It will cause her infinite +pain--it will humiliate her terribly, but it's right that she +should know. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You propose to tell her? + +LORD WINDERMERE. I am going to tell her. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Going up to him.] If you do, I will make my name +so infamous that it will mar every moment of her life. It will +ruin her, and make her wretched. If you dare to tell her, there is +no depth of degradation I will not sink to, no pit of shame I will +not enter. You shall not tell her--I forbid you. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Why? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [After a pause.] If I said to you that I cared for +her, perhaps loved her even--you would sneer at me, wouldn't you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. I should feel it was not true. A mother's love +means devotion, unselfishness, sacrifice. What could you know of +such things? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You are right. What could I know of such things? +Don't let us talk any more about it--as for telling my daughter who +I am, that I do not allow. It is my secret, it is not yours. If I +make up my mind to tell her, and I think I will, I shall tell her +before I leave the house--if not, I shall never tell her. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Angrily.] Then let me beg of you to leave our +house at once. I will make your excuses to Margaret. + +[Enter LADY WINDERMERE R. She goes over to MRS. ERLYNNE with the +photograph in her hand. LORD WINDERMERE moves to back of sofa, and +anxiously watches MRS. ERLYNNE as the scene progresses.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. I am so sorry, Mrs. Erlynne, to have kept you +waiting. I couldn't find the photograph anywhere. At last I +discovered it in my husband's dressing-room--he had stolen it. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Takes the photograph from her and looks at it.] I +am not surprised--it is charming. [Goes over to sofa with LADY +WINDERMERE, and sits down beside her. Looks again at the +photograph.] And so that is your little boy! What is he called? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Gerard, after my dear father. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Laying the photograph down.] Really? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. If it had been a girl, I would have called +it after my mother. My mother had the same name as myself, +Margaret. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. My name is Margaret too. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Indeed! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes. [Pause.] You are devoted to your mother's +memory, Lady Windermere, your husband tells me. + +LADY WINDERMERE. We all have ideals in life. At least we all +should have. Mine is my mother. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. +They wound, but they're better. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Shaking her head.] If I lost my ideals, I +should lose everything. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Everything? + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. [Pause.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Did your father often speak to you of your mother? + +LADY WINDERMERE. No, it gave him too much pain. He told me how my +mother had died a few months after I was born. His eyes filled +with tears as he spoke. Then he begged me never to mention her +name to him again. It made him suffer even to hear it. My father- +-my father really died of a broken heart. His was the most ruined +life know, + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising.] I am afraid I must go now, Lady +Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] Oh no, don't. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. I think I had better. My carriage must have come +back by this time. I sent it to Lady Jedburgh's with a note. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, would you mind seeing if Mrs. Erlynne's +carriage has come back? + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Pray don't trouble, Lord Windermere. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, Arthur, do go, please. + +[LORD WINDERMERE hesitated for a moment and looks at MRS. ERLYNNE. +She remains quite impassive. He leaves the room.] + +[To MRS. ERLYNNE.] Oh! What am I to say to you? You saved me +last night? [Goes towards her.] + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Hush--don't speak of it. + +LADY WINDERMERE. I must speak of it. I can't let you think that I +am going to accept this sacrifice. I am not. It is too great. I +am going to tell my husband everything. It is my duty. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. It is not your duty--at least you have duties to +others besides him. You say you owe me something? + +LADY WINDERMERE. I owe you everything. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Then pay your debt by silence. That is the only way +in which it can be paid. Don't spoil the one good thing I have +done in my life by telling it to any one. Promise me that what +passed last night will remain a secret between us. You must not +bring misery into your husband's life. Why spoil his love? You +must not spoil it. Love is easily killed. Oh! how easily love is +killed. Pledge me your word, Lady Windermere, that you will never +tell him. I insist upon it. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [With bowed head.] It is your will, not mine. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes, it is my will. And never forget your child--I +like to think of you as a mother. I like you to think of yourself +as one. + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Looking up.] I always will now. Only once in +my life I have forgotten my own mother--that was last night. Oh, +if I had remembered her I should not have been so foolish, so +wicked. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a slight shudder.] Hush, last night is quite +over. + +[Enter LORD WINDERMERE.] + +LORD WINDERMERE. Your carriage has not come back yet, Mrs. +Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. It makes no matter. I'll take a hansom. There is +nothing in the world so respectable as a good Shrewsbury and +Talbot. And now, dear Lady Windermere, I am afraid it is really +good-bye. [Moves up C.] Oh, I remember. You'll think me absurd, +but do you know I've taken a great fancy to this fan that I was +silly enough to run away with last night from your ball. Now, I +wonder would you give it to me? Lord Windermere says you may. I +know it is his present. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, certainly, if it will give you any pleasure. +But it has my name on it. It has 'Margaret' on it. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. But we have the same Christian name. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, I forgot. Of course, do have it. What a +wonderful chance our names being the same! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. Quite wonderful. Thanks--it will always remind me +of you. [Shakes hands with her.] + +[Enter PARKER.] + +PARKER. Lord Augustus Lorton. Mrs. Erlynne's carriage has come. + +[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Good morning, dear boy. Good morning, Lady +Windermere. [Sees MRS. ERLYNNE.] Mrs. Erlynne! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. How do you do, Lord Augustus? Are you quite well +this morning? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [Coldly.] Quite well, thank you, Mrs. Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. You don't look at all well, Lord Augustus. You stop +up too late--it is so bad for you. You really should take more +care of yourself. Good-bye, Lord Windermere. [Goes towards door +with a bow to LORD AUGUSTUS. Suddenly smiles and looks back at +him.] Lord Augustus! Won't you see me to my carriage? You might +carry the fan. + +LORD WINDERMERE. Allow me! + +MRS. ERLYNNE. No; I want Lord Augustus. I have a special message +for the dear Duchess. Won't you carry the fan, Lord Augustus? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. If you really desire it, Mrs. Erlynne. + +MRS. ERLYNNE. [Laughing.] Of course I do. You'll carry it so +gracefully. You would carry off anything gracefully, dear Lord +Augustus. + +[When she reaches the door she looks back for a moment at LADY +WINDERMERE. Their eyes meet. Then she turns, and exit C. followed +by LORD AUGUSTUS.] + +LADY WINDERMERE. You will never speak against Mrs. Erlynne again, +Arthur, will you? + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Gravely.] She is better than one thought her. + +LADY WINDERMERE. She is better than I am. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Smiling as he strokes her hair.] Child, you and +she belong to different worlds. Into your world evil has never +entered. + +LADY WINDERMERE. Don't say that, Arthur. There is the same world +for all of us, and good and evil, sin and innocence, go through it +hand in hand. To shut one's eyes to half of life that one may live +securely is as though one blinded oneself that one might walk with +more safety in a land of pit and precipice. + +LORD WINDERMERE. [Moves down with her.] Darling, why do you say +that? + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Sits on sofa.] Because I, who had shut my eyes +to life, came to the brink. And one who had separated us - + +LORD WINDERMERE. We were never separated. + +LADY WINDERMERE. We never must be again. O Arthur, don't love me +less, and I will trust you more. I will trust you absolutely. Let +us go to Selby. In the Rose Garden at Selby the roses are white +and red. + +[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS C.] + +LORD AUGUSTUS. Arthur, she has explained everything! + +[LADY WINDERMERE looks horribly frightened at this. LORD +WINDERMERE starts. LORD AUGUSTUS takes WINDERMERE by the arm and +brings him to front of stage. He talks rapidly and in a low voice. +LADY WINDERMERE stands watching them in terror.] My dear fellow, +she has explained every demmed thing. We all wronged her +immensely. It was entirely for my sake she went to Darlington's +rooms. Called first at the Club--fact is, wanted to put me out of +suspense--and being told I had gone on--followed--naturally +frightened when she heard a lot of us coming in--retired to another +room--I assure you, most gratifying to me, the whole thing. We all +behaved brutally to her. She is just the woman for me. Suits me +down to the ground. All the conditions she makes are that we live +entirely out of England. A very good thing too. Demmed clubs, +demmed climate, demmed cooks, demmed everything. Sick of it all! + +LADY WINDERMERE. [Frightened.] Has Mrs. Erlynne--? + +LORD AUGUSTUS. [Advancing towards her with a low bow.] Yes, Lady +Windermere-- Mrs. Erlynne has done me the honour of accepting my +hand. + +LORD WINDERMERE. 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Ltd edition by David +Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines3"><br /><br /><br /></div> +<h1>LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN</h1> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines3"><br /><br /><br /></div> +<p>THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY</p> +<p>Lord Windermere<br />Lord Darlington<br />Lord Augustus Lorton<br />Mr. +Dumby<br />Mr. Cecil Graham<br />Mr. Hopper<br />Parker, Butler</p> +<p>Lady Windermere<br />The Duchess of Berwick<br />Lady Agatha Carlisle<br />Lady +Plymdale<br />Lady Stutfield<br />Lady Jedburgh<br />Mrs. Cowper-Cowper<br />Mrs. +Erlynne<br />Rosalie, Maid</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>THE SCENES OF THE PLAY</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<pre>ACT I. </pre> +<pre><i>Morning-room in Lord Windermere’s house.<br /></i></pre> +<pre>ACT II. </pre> +<pre><i>Drawing-room in Lord Windermere’s house.<br /></i></pre> +<pre>ACT III. </pre> +<pre><i>Lord Darlington’s rooms.<br /></i></pre> +<pre>ACT IV. </pre> +<pre><i>Same as Act I.</i></pre> +<p> </p> +<pre>TIME: </pre> +<pre><i>The Present<br /></i></pre> +<pre>PLACE: </pre> +<pre><i>London</i></pre> +<pre>.</pre> +<p><i>The action of the play takes place within twenty-four hours, beginning +on a Tuesday afternoon at five o’clock, and ending the next day +at</i> 1.30 <i>p.m.</i></p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>LONDON: ST. JAMES’S THEATRE</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p><i>Lessee and Manager: Mr. George Alexander<br />February</i> 22<i>nd</i>, +1892.</p> +<p>Lord Windermere, Mr. George Alexander.<br />Lord Darlington, Mr. +Nutcombe Gould.<br />Lord Augustus Lorton, Mr. H. H. Vincent.<br />Mr. +Cecil Graham, Mr. Ben Webster.<br />Mr. Dumby, Mr. Vane-Tempest.<br />Mr. +Hopper, Mr. Alfred Holles.<br />Parker (<i>Butler</i>), Mr. V. Sansbury.<br />Lady +Windermere, Miss Lily Hanbury.<br />The Duchess of Berwick, Miss Fanny +Coleman.<br />Lady Agatha Carlisle, Miss Laura Graves.<br />Lady Plymdale, +Miss Granville.<br />Lady Jedburgh, Miss B. Page.<br />Lady Stutfield, +Miss Madge Girdlestone.<br />Mrs. Cowper-Cowper, Miss A. de Winton.<br />Mrs. +Erlynne, Miss Marion Terry.<br />Rosalie (<i>Maid</i>), Miss Winifred +Dolan.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>FIRST ACT</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>SCENCE</p> +<p><i>Morning-room of Lord Windermere’s house in Carlton House +Terrace. Doors C. and R. Bureau with books and papers R. +Sofa with small tea-table L. Window opening on to terrace L. +Table R.</i></p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>[LADY WINDERMERE is at table R., arranging roses in a blue bowl.]</p> +<p>[Enter PARKER.]</p> +<p>PARKER. Is your ladyship at home this afternoon?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes - who has called?</p> +<p>PARKER. Lord Darlington, my lady.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Hesitates for a moment.] Show him up +- and I’m at home to any one who calls.</p> +<p>PARKER. Yes, my lady.</p> +<p>[Exit C.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. It’s best for me to see him before to-night. +I’m glad he’s come.</p> +<p>[Enter PARKER C.]</p> +<p>PARKER. Lord Darlington,</p> +<p>[Enter LORD DARLINGTON C.]</p> +<p>[Exit PARKER.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. How do you do, Lady Windermere?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. How do you do, Lord Darlington? No, +I can’t shake hands with you. My hands are all wet with +these roses. Aren’t they lovely? They came up from +Selby this morning.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. They are quite perfect. [Sees a fan +lying on the table.] And what a wonderful fan! May I look +at it?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Do. Pretty, isn’t it! It’s +got my name on it, and everything. I have only just seen it myself. +It’s my husband’s birthday present to me. You know +to-day is my birthday?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. No? Is it really?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, I’m of age to-day. Quite +an important day in my life, isn’t it? That is why I am +giving this party to-night. Do sit down. [Still arranging +flowers.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Sitting down.] I wish I had known it +was your birthday, Lady Windermere. I would have covered the whole +street in front of your house with flowers for you to walk on. +They are made for you. [A short pause.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington, you annoyed me last night +at the Foreign Office. I am afraid you are going to annoy me again.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. I, Lady Windermere?</p> +<p>[Enter PARKER and FOOTMAN C., with tray and tea things.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Put it there, Parker. That will do. +[Wipes her hands with her pocket-handkerchief, goes to tea-table, and +sits down.] Won’t you come over, Lord Darlington?</p> +<p>[Exit PARKER C.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Takes chair and goes across L.C.] I +am quite miserable, Lady Windermere. You must tell me what I did. +[Sits down at table L.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Well, you kept paying me elaborate compliments +the whole evening.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Smiling.] Ah, nowadays we are all of +us so hard up, that the only pleasant things to pay <i>are</i> compliments. +They’re the only things we <i>can</i> pay.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Shaking her head.] No, I am talking +very seriously. You mustn’t laugh, I am quite serious. +I don’t like compliments, and I don’t see why a man should +think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole +heap of things that he doesn’t mean.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, but I did mean them. [Takes tea +which she offers him.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Gravely.] I hope not. I should +be sorry to have to quarrel with you, Lord Darlington. I like +you very much, you know that. But I shouldn’t like you at +all if I thought you were what most other men are. Believe me, +you are better than most other men, and I sometimes think you pretend +to be worse.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. We all have our little vanities, Lady Windermere.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you make that your special one? +[Still seated at table L.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Still seated L.C.] Oh, nowadays so +many conceited people go about Society pretending to be good, that I +think it shows rather a sweet and modest disposition to pretend to be +bad. Besides, there is this to be said. If you pretend to +be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to +be bad, it doesn’t. Such is the astounding stupidity of +optimism.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t you <i>want</i> the world to take +you seriously then, Lord Darlington?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. No, not the world. Who are the people +the world takes seriously? All the dull people one can think of, +from the Bishops down to the bores. I should like <i>you</i> to +take me very seriously, Lady Windermere, <i>you</i> more than any one +else in life.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Why - why me?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [After a slight hesitation.] Because +I think we might be great friends. Let us be great friends. +You may want a friend some day.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you say that?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Oh! - we all want friends at times.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I think we’re very good friends already, +Lord Darlington. We can always remain so as long as you don’t +-</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Don’t what?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t spoil it by saying extravagant +silly things to me. You think I am a Puritan, I suppose? +Well, I have something of the Puritan in me. I was brought up +like that. I am glad of it. My mother died when I was a +mere child. I lived always with Lady Julia, my father’s +elder sister, you know. She was stern to me, but she taught me +what the world is forgetting, the difference that there is between what +is right and what is wrong. <i>She</i> allowed of no compromise. +<i>I</i> allow of none.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. My dear Lady Windermere!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Leaning back on the sofa.] You look +on me as being behind the age. - Well, I am! I should be sorry +to be on the same level as an age like this.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. You think the age very bad?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Nowadays people seem to look on +life as a speculation. It is not a speculation. It is a +sacrament. Its ideal is Love. Its purification is sacrifice.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Smiling.] Oh, anything is better than +being sacrificed!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Leaning forward.] Don’t say that.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. I do say it. I feel it - I know it.</p> +<p>[Enter PARKER C.]</p> +<p>PARKER. The men want to know if they are to put the carpets +on the terrace for to-night, my lady?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You don’t think it will rain, Lord Darlington, +do you?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. I won’t hear of its raining on your +birthday!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Tell them to do it at once, Parker.</p> +<p>[Exit PARKER C.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Still seated.] Do you think then - +of course I am only putting an imaginary instance - do you think that +in the case of a young married couple, say about two years married, +if the husband suddenly becomes the intimate friend of a woman of - +well, more than doubtful character - is always calling upon her, lunching +with her, and probably paying her bills - do you think that the wife +should not console herself?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Frowning] Console herself?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Yes, I think she should - I think she has +the right.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Because the husband is vile - should the wife +be vile also?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Vileness is a terrible word, Lady Windermere.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. It is a terrible thing, Lord Darlington.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Do you know I am afraid that good people do +a great deal of harm in this world. Certainly the greatest harm +they do is that they make badness of such extraordinary importance. +It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either +charming or tedious. I take the side of the charming, and you, +Lady Windermere, can’t help belonging to them.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Now, Lord Darlington. [Rising and crossing +R., front of him.] Don’t stir, I am merely going to finish +my flowers. [Goes to table R.C.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Rising and moving chair.] And I must +say I think you are very hard on modern life, Lady Windermere. +Of course there is much against it, I admit. Most women, for instance, +nowadays, are rather mercenary.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t talk about such people.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Well then, setting aside mercenary people, +who, of course, are dreadful, do you think seriously that women who +have committed what the world calls a fault should never be forgiven?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Standing at table.] I think they should +never be forgiven.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. And men? Do you think that there should +be the same laws for men as there are for women?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Certainly!</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. I think life too complex a thing to be settled +by these hard and fast rules.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. If we had ‘these hard and fast rules,’ +we should find life much more simple.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. You allow of no exceptions?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. None!</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, what a fascinating Puritan you are, Lady +Windermere!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. The adjective was unnecessary, Lord Darlington.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. I couldn’t help it. I can resist +everything except temptation.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You have the modern affectation of weakness.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Looking at her.] It’s only an +affectation, Lady Windermere.</p> +<p>[Enter PARKER C.]</p> +<p>PARKER. The Duchess of Berwick and Lady Agatha Carlisle.</p> +<p>[Enter the DUCHESS OF BERWICK and LADY AGATHA CARLISLE C.]</p> +<p>[Exit PARKER C.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Coming down C., and shaking hands.] +Dear Margaret, I am so pleased to see you. You remember Agatha, +don’t you? [Crossing L.C.] How do you do, Lord Darlington? +I won’t let you know my daughter, you are far too wicked.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Don’t say that, Duchess. As a +wicked man I am a complete failure. Why, there are lots of people +who say I have never really done anything wrong in the whole course +of my life. Of course they only say it behind my back.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Isn’t he dreadful? Agatha, +this is Lord Darlington. Mind you don’t believe a word he +says. [LORD DARLINGTON crosses R.C.] No, no tea, thank you, +dear. [Crosses and sits on sofa.] We have just had tea at +Lady Markby’s. Such bad tea, too. It was quite undrinkable. +I wasn’t at all surprised. Her own son-in-law supplies it. +Agatha is looking forward so much to your ball to-night, dear Margaret.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Seated L.C.] Oh, you mustn’t +think it is going to be a ball, Duchess. It is only a dance in +honour of my birthday. A small and early.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Standing L.C.] Very small, very early, +and very select, Duchess.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [On sofa L.] Of course it’s +going to be select. But we know <i>that</i>, dear Margaret, about +<i>your</i> house. It is really one of the few houses in London +where I can take Agatha, and where I feel perfectly secure about dear +Berwick. I don’t know what society is coming to. The +most dreadful people seem to go everywhere. They certainly come +to my parties - the men get quite furious if one doesn’t ask them. +Really, some one should make a stand against it.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. <i>I</i> will, Duchess. I will have +no one in my house about whom there is any scandal.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [R.C.] Oh, don’t say that, Lady +Windermere. I should never be admitted! [Sitting.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, men don’t matter. With +women it is different. We’re good. Some of us are, +at least. But we are positively getting elbowed into the corner. +Our husbands would really forget our existence if we didn’t nag +at them from time to time, just to remind them that we have a perfect +legal right to do so.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. It’s a curious thing, Duchess, about +the game of marriage - a game, by the way, that is going out of fashion +- the wives hold all the honours, and invariably lose the odd trick.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. The odd trick? Is that the husband, +Lord Darlington?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. It would be rather a good name for the modern +husband.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Lord Darlington, how thoroughly depraved +you are!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington is trivial.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, don’t say that, Lady Windermere.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you <i>talk</i> so trivially about +life, then?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Because I think that life is far too important +a thing ever to talk seriously about it. [Moves up C.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. What does he mean? Do, as a concession +to my poor wits, Lord Darlington, just explain to me what you really +mean.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Coming down back of table.] I think +I had better not, Duchess. Nowadays to be intelligible is to be +found out. Good-bye! [Shakes hands with DUCHESS.] +And now - [goes up stage] Lady Windermere, good-bye. I may come +to-night, mayn’t I? Do let me come.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Standing up stage with LORD DARLINGTON.] +Yes, certainly. But you are not to say foolish, insincere things +to people.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Smiling.] Ah! you are beginning to +reform me. It is a dangerous thing to reform any one, Lady Windermere. +[Bows, and exit C.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Who has risen, goes C.] What a charming, +wicked creature! I like him so much. I’m quite delighted +he’s gone! How sweet you’re looking! Where <i>do</i> +you get your gowns? And now I must tell you how sorry I am for +you, dear Margaret. [Crosses to sofa and sits with LADY WINDERMERE.] +Agatha, darling!</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. [Rises.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Will you go and look over the photograph +album that I see there?</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. [Goes to table up L.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear girl! She is so fond of photographs +of Switzerland. Such a pure taste, I think. But I really +am so sorry for you, Margaret</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Smiling.] Why, Duchess?</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, on account of that horrid woman. +She dresses so well, too, which makes it much worse, sets such a dreadful +example. Augustus - you know my disreputable brother - such a +trial to us all - well, Augustus is completely infatuated about her. +It is quite scandalous, for she is absolutely inadmissible into society. +Many a woman has a past, but I am told that she has at least a dozen, +and that they all fit.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Whom are you talking about, Duchess?</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. About Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne? I never heard of her, +Duchess. And what <i>has</i> she to do with me?</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. My poor child! Agatha, darling!</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Will you go out on the terrace and look +at the sunset?</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. [Exit through window, L.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Sweet girl! So devoted to sunsets! +Shows such refinement of feeling, does it not? After all, there +is nothing like Nature, is there?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. But what is it, Duchess? Why do you +talk to me about this person?</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Don’t you really know? I assure +you we’re all so distressed about it. Only last night at +dear Lady Jansen’s every one was saying how extraordinary it was +that, of all men in London, Windermere should behave in such a way.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. My husband - what has <i>he</i> got to do +with any woman of that kind?</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Ah, what indeed, dear? That is the +point. He goes to see her continually, and stops for hours at +a time, and while he is there she is not at home to any one. Not +that many ladies call on her, dear, but she has a great many disreputable +men friends - my own brother particularly, as I told you - and that +is what makes it so dreadful about Windermere. We looked upon +<i>him</i> as being such a model husband, but I am afraid there is no +doubt about it. My dear nieces - you know the Saville girls, don’t +you? - such nice domestic creatures - plain, dreadfully plain, but so +good - well, they’re always at the window doing fancy work, and +making ugly things for the poor, which I think so useful of them in +these dreadful socialistic days, and this terrible woman has taken a +house in Curzon Street, right opposite them - such a respectable street, +too! I don’t know what we’re coming to! And +they tell me that Windermere goes there four and five times a week - +they <i>see</i> him. They can’t help it - and although they +never talk scandal, they - well, of course - they remark on it to every +one. And the worst of it all is that I have been told that this +woman has got a great deal of money out of somebody, for it seems that +she came to London six months ago without anything at all to speak of, +and now she has this charming house in Mayfair, drives her ponies in +the Park every afternoon and all - well, all - since she has known poor +dear Windermere.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, I can’t believe it!</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. But it’s quite true, my dear. +The whole of London knows it. That is why I felt it was better +to come and talk to you, and advise you to take Windermere away at once +to Homburg or to Aix, where he’ll have something to amuse him, +and where you can watch him all day long. I assure you, my dear, +that on several occasions after I was first married, I had to pretend +to be very ill, and was obliged to drink the most unpleasant mineral +waters, merely to get Berwick out of town. He was so extremely +susceptible. Though I am bound to say he never gave away any large +sums of money to anybody. He is far too high-principled for that!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Interrupting.] Duchess, Duchess, it’s +impossible! [Rising and crossing stage to C.] We are only +married two years. Our child is but six months old. [Sits +in chair R. of L. table.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Ah, the dear pretty baby! How is +the little darling? Is it a boy or a girl? I hope a girl +- Ah, no, I remember it’s a boy! I’m so sorry. +Boys are so wicked. My boy is excessively immoral. You wouldn’t +believe at what hours he comes home. And he’s only left +Oxford a few months - I really don’t know what they teach them +there.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Are <i>all</i> men bad?</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, all of them, my dear, all of them, +without any exception. And they never grow any better. Men +become old, but they never become good.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Windermere and I married for love.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Yes, we begin like that. It was only +Berwick’s brutal and incessant threats of suicide that made me +accept him at all, and before the year was out, he was running after +all kinds of petticoats, every colour, every shape, every material. +In fact, before the honeymoon was over, I caught him winking at my maid, +a most pretty, respectable girl. I dismissed her at once without +a character. - No, I remember I passed her on to my sister; poor dear +Sir George is so short-sighted, I thought it wouldn’t matter. +But it did, though - it was most unfortunate. [Rises.] And +now, my dear child, I must go, as we are dining out. And mind +you don’t take this little aberration of Windermere’s too +much to heart. Just take him abroad, and he’ll come back +to you all right.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Come back to me? [C.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [L.C.] Yes, dear, these wicked women +get our husbands away from us, but they always come back, slightly damaged, +of course. And don’t make scenes, men hate them!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. It is very kind of you, Duchess, to come and +tell me all this. But I can’t believe that my husband is +untrue to me.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Pretty child! I was like that once. +Now I know that all men are monsters. [LADY WINDERMERE rings bell.] +The only thing to do is to feed the wretches well. A good cook +does wonders, and that I know you have. My dear Margaret, you +are not going to cry?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You needn’t be afraid, Duchess, I never +cry.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. That’s quite right, dear. Crying +is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones. Agatha, +darling!</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. [Entering L.] Yes, mamma. [Stands +back of table L.C.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Come and bid good-bye to Lady Windermere, +and thank her for your charming visit. [Coming down again.] +And by the way, I must thank you for sending a card to Mr. Hopper - +he’s that rich young Australian people are taking such notice +of just at present. His father made a great fortune by selling +some kind of food in circular tins - most palatable, I believe - I fancy +it is the thing the servants always refuse to eat. But the son +is quite interesting. I think he’s attracted by dear Agatha’s +clever talk. Of course, we should be very sorry to lose her, but +I think that a mother who doesn’t part with a daughter every season +has no real affection. We’re coming to-night, dear. +[PARKER opens C. doors.] And remember my advice, take the poor +fellow out of town at once, it is the only thing to do. Good-bye, +once more; come, Agatha.</p> +<p>[Exeunt DUCHESS and LADY AGATHA C.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. How horrible! I understand now what +Lord Darlington meant by the imaginary instance of the couple not two +years married. Oh! it can’t be true - she spoke of enormous +sums of money paid to this woman. I know where Arthur keeps his +bank book - in one of the drawers of that desk. I might find out +by that. I <i>will</i> find out. [Opens drawer.] No, +it is some hideous mistake. [Rises and goes C.] Some silly +scandal! He loves <i>me</i>! He loves <i>me</i>! But +why should I not look? I am his wife, I have a right to look! +[Returns to bureau, takes out book and examines it page by page, smiles +and gives a sigh of relief.] I knew it! there is not a word of +truth in this stupid story. [Puts book back in dranver. +As the does so, starts and takes out another book.] A second book +- private - locked! [Tries to open it, but fails. Sees paper +knife on bureau, and with it cuts cover from book. Begins to start +at the first page.] ‘Mrs. Erlynne - £600 - Mrs. Erlynne +- £700 - Mrs. Erlynne - £400.’ Oh! it is true! +It is true! How horrible! [Throws book on floor.] +[Enter LORD WINDERMERE C.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Well, dear, has the fan been sent home yet? +[Going R.C. Sees book.] Margaret, you have cut open my bank +book. You have no right to do such a thing!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You think it wrong that you are found out, +don’t you?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I think it wrong that a wife should spy on +her husband.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I did not spy on you. I never knew of +this woman’s existence till half an hour ago. Some one who +pitied me was kind enough to tell me what every one in London knows +already - your daily visits to Curzon Street, your mad infatuation, +the monstrous sums of money you squander on this infamous woman! +[Crossing L.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret! don’t talk like that of Mrs. +Erlynne, you don’t know how unjust it is!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Turning to him.] You are very jealous +of Mrs. Erlynne’s honour. I wish you had been as jealous +of mine.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Your honour is untouched, Margaret. +You don’t think for a moment that - [Puts book back into desk.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I think that you spend your money strangely. +That is all. Oh, don’t imagine I mind about the money. +As far as I am concerned, you may squander everything we have. +But what I <i>do</i> mind is that you who have loved me, you who have +taught me to love you, should pass from the love that is given to the +love that is bought. Oh, it’s horrible! [Sits on sofa.] +And it is I who feel degraded! <i>you</i> don’t feel anything. +I feel stained, utterly stained. You can’t realise how hideous +the last six months seems to me now - every kiss you have given me is +tainted in my memory.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Crossing to her.] Don’t say that, +Margaret. I never loved any one in the whole world but you.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Rises.] Who is this woman, then? +Why do you take a house for her?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I did not take a house for her.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You gave her the money to do it, which is +the same thing.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, as far as I have known Mrs. Erlynne +-</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Is there a Mr. Erlynne - or is he a myth?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Her husband died many years ago. She +is alone in the world.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. No relations? [A pause.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. None.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Rather curious, isn’t it? [L.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [L.C.] Margaret, I was saying to you +- and I beg you to listen to me - that as far as I have known Mrs. Erlynne, +she has conducted herself well. If years ago -</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Oh! [Crossing R.C.] I don’t +want details about her life!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [C.] I am not going to give you any +details about her life. I tell you simply this - Mrs. Erlynne +was once honoured, loved, respected. She was well born, she had +position - she lost everything - threw it away, if you like. That +makes it all the more bitter. Misfortunes one can endure - they +come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer for one’s +own faults - ah! - there is the sting of life. It was twenty years +ago, too. She was little more than a girl then. She had +been a wife for even less time than you have.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I am not interested in her - and - you should +not mention this woman and me in the same breath. It is an error +of taste. [Sitting R. at desk.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, you could save this woman. +She wants to get back into society, and she wants you to help her. +[Crossing to her.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Me!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, you.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. How impertinent of her! [A pause.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, I came to ask you a great favour, +and I still ask it of you, though you have discovered what I had intended +you should never have known that I have given Mrs. Erlynne a large sum +of money. I want you to send her an invitation for our party to-night. +[Standing L. of her.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You are mad! [Rises.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I entreat you. People may chatter about +her, do chatter about her, of course, but they don’t know anything +definite against her. She has been to several houses - not to +houses where you would go, I admit, but still to houses where women +who are in what is called Society nowadays do go. That does not +content her. She wants you to receive her once.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. As a triumph for her, I suppose?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. No; but because she knows that you are a good +woman - and that if she comes here once she will have a chance of a +happier, a surer life than she has had. She will make no further +effort to know you. Won’t you help a woman who is trying +to get back?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. No! If a woman really repents, she never +wishes to return to the society that has made or seen her ruin.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I beg of you.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Crossing to door R.] I am going to +dress for dinner, and don’t mention the subject again this evening. +Arthur [going to him C.], you fancy because I have no father or mother +that I am alone in the world, and that you can treat me as you choose. +You are wrong, I have friends, many friends.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [L.C.] Margaret, you are talking foolishly, +recklessly. I won’t argue with you, but I insist upon your +asking Mrs. Erlynne to-night.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [R.C.] I shall do nothing of the kind. +[Crossing L. C.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. You refuse? [C.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Absolutely!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Ah, Margaret, do this for my sake; it is her +last chance.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. What has that to do with me?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. How hard good women are!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. How weak bad men are!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, none of us men may be good enough +for the women we marry - that is quite true - but you don’t imagine +I would ever - oh, the suggestion is monstrous!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Why should <i>you</i> be different from other +men? I am told that there is hardly a husband in London who does +not waste his life over <i>some</i> shameful passion.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I am not one of them.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I am not sure of that!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. You are sure in your heart. But don’t +make chasm after chasm between us. God knows the last few minutes +have thrust us wide enough apart. Sit down and write the card.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Nothing in the whole world would induce me.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Crossing to bureau.] Then I will! +[Rings electric bell, sits and writes card.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You are going to invite this woman? +[Crossing to him.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Yes. [Pause. Enter PARKER.] +Parker!</p> +<p>PARKER. Yes, my lord. [Comes down L.C.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Have this note sent to Mrs. Erlynne at No. +84A Curzon Street. [Crossing to L.C. and giving note to PARKER.] +There is no answer!</p> +<p>[Exit PARKER C.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, if that woman comes here, I shall +insult her.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, don’t say that.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I mean it.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Child, if you did such a thing, there’s +not a woman in London who wouldn’t pity you.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. There is not a <i>good</i> woman in London +who would not applaud me. We have been too lax. We must +make an example. I propose to begin to-night. [Picking up +fan.] Yes, you gave me this fan to-day; it was your birthday present. +If that woman crosses my threshold, I shall strike her across the face +with it.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, you couldn’t do such a thing.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You don’t know me! [Moves R.]</p> +<p>[Enter PARKER.]</p> +<p>Parker!</p> +<p>PARKER. Yes, my lady.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I shall dine in my own room. I don’t +want dinner, in fact. See that everything is ready by half-past +ten. And, Parker, be sure you pronounce the names of the guests +very distinctly to-night. Sometimes you speak so fast that I miss +them. I am particularly anxious to hear the names quite clearly, +so as to make no mistake. You understand, Parker?</p> +<p>PARKER. Yes, my lady.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. That will do!</p> +<p>[Exit PARKER C.]</p> +<p>[Speaking to LORD WINDERMERE] Arthur, if that woman comes here +- I warn you -</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, you’ll ruin us!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Us! From this moment my life is separate +from yours. But if you wish to avoid a public scandal, write at +once to this woman, and tell her that I forbid her to come here!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I will not - I cannot - she must come!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Then I shall do exactly as I have said. +[Goes R.] You leave me no choice. [Exit R.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Calling after her.] Margaret! +Margaret! [A pause.] My God! What shall I do? +I dare not tell her who this woman really is. The shame would +kill her. [Sinks down into a chair and buries his face in his +hands.]</p> +<p>ACT DROP</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>SECOND ACT</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>SCENE</p> +<p>Drawing-room in Lord Windermere’s house. Door R.U. opening +into ball-room, where band is playing. Door L. through which guests +are entering. Door L.U. opens on to illuminated terrace. +Palms, flowers, and brilliant lights. Room crowded with guests. +Lady Windermere is receiving them.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Up C.] So strange Lord Windermere +isn’t here. Mr. Hopper is very late, too. You have +kept those five dances for him, Agatha? [Comes down.]</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Sitting on sofa.] Just let me see +your card. I’m so glad Lady Windermere has revived cards. +- They’re a mother’s only safeguard. You dear simple +little thing! [Scratches out two names.] No nice girl should +ever waltz with such particularly younger sons! It looks so fast! +The last two dances you might pass on the terrace with Mr. Hopper.</p> +<p>[Enter MR. DUMBY and LADY PLYMDALE from the ball-room.]</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Fanning herself.] The air is so +pleasant there.</p> +<p>PARKER. Mrs. Cowper-Cowper. Lady Stutfield. Sir +James Royston. Mr. Guy Berkeley.</p> +<p>[These people enter as announced.]</p> +<p>DUMBY. Good evening, Lady Stutfield. I suppose this will +be the last ball of the season?</p> +<p>LADY STUTFIELD. I suppose so, Mr. Dumby. It’s been +a delightful season, hasn’t it?</p> +<p>DUMBY. Quite delightful! Good evening, Duchess. +I suppose this will be the last ball of the season?</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. I suppose so, Mr. Dumby. It has been +a very dull season, hasn’t it?</p> +<p>DUMBY. Dreadfully dull! Dreadfully dull!</p> +<p>MR. COWPER-COWPER. Good evening, Mr. Dumby. I suppose +this will be the last ball of the season?</p> +<p>DUMBY. Oh, I think not. There’ll probably be two +more. [Wanders back to LADY PLYMDALE.]</p> +<p>PARKER. Mr. Rufford. Lady Jedburgh and Miss Graham. +Mr. Hopper.</p> +<p>[These people enter as announced.]</p> +<p>HOPPER. How do you do, Lady Windermere? How do you do, +Duchess? [Bows to LADY AGATHA.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Mr. Hopper, how nice of you to come +so early. We all know how you are run after in London.</p> +<p>HOPPER. Capital place, London! They are not nearly so +exclusive in London as they are in Sydney.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Ah! we know your value, Mr. Hopper. +We wish there were more like you. It would make life so much easier. +Do you know, Mr. Hopper, dear Agatha and I are so much interested in +Australia. It must be so pretty with all the dear little kangaroos +flying about. Agatha has found it on the map. What a curious +shape it is! Just like a large packing case. However, it +is a very young country, isn’t it?</p> +<p>HOPPER. Wasn’t it made at the same time as the others, +Duchess?</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. How clever you are, Mr. Hopper. You +have a cleverness quite of your own. Now I mustn’t keep +you.</p> +<p>HOPPER. But I should like to dance with Lady Agatha, Duchess.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Well, I hope she has a dance left. +Have you a dance left, Agatha?</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. The next one?</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p>HOPPER. May I have the pleasure? [LADY AGATHA bows.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Mind you take great care of my little chatterbox, +Mr. Hopper.</p> +<p>[LADY AGATHA and MR. HOPPER pass into ball-room.]</p> +<p>[Enter LORD WINDERMERE.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, I want to speak to you.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. In a moment. [The music drops.]</p> +<p>PARKER. Lord Augustus Lorton.</p> +<p>[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS.]</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Good evening, Lady Windermere.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Sir James, will you take me into the ball-room? +Augustus has been dining with us to-night. I really have had quite +enough of dear Augustus for the moment.</p> +<p>[SIR JAMES ROYSTON gives the DUCHESS his aim and escorts her into +the ball-room.]</p> +<p>PARKER. Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Bowden. Lord and Lady Paisley. +Lord Darlington.</p> +<p>[These people enter as announced.]</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [Coming up to LORD WINDERMERE.] Want to +speak to you particularly, dear boy. I’m worn to a shadow. +Know I don’t look it. None of us men do look what we really +are. Demmed good thing, too. What I want to know is this. +Who is she? Where does she come from? Why hasn’t she +got any demmed relations? Demmed nuisance, relations! But +they make one so demmed respectable.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. You are talking of Mrs. Erlynne, I suppose? +I only met her six months ago. Till then, I never knew of her +existence.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. You have seen a good deal of her since then.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Coldly.] Yes, I have seen a good deal +of her since then. I have just seen her.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Egad! the women are very down on her. +I have been dining with Arabella this evening! By Jove! you should +have heard what she said about Mrs. Erlynne. She didn’t +leave a rag on her. . . [Aside.] Berwick and I told her +that didn’t matter much, as the lady in question must have an +extremely fine figure. You should have seen Arabella’s expression! +. . . But, look here, dear boy. I don’t know what to do +about Mrs. Erlynne. Egad! I might be married to her; she +treats me with such demmed indifference. She’s deuced clever, +too! She explains everything. Egad! she explains you. +She has got any amount of explanations for you - and all of them different.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. No explanations are necessary about my friendship +with Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Hem! Well, look here, dear old fellow. +Do you think she will ever get into this demmed thing called Society? +Would you introduce her to your wife? No use beating about the +confounded bush. Would you do that?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne is coming here to-night.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Your wife has sent her a card?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne has received a card.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Then she’s all right, dear boy. +But why didn’t you tell me that before? It would have saved +me a heap of worry and demmed misunderstandings!</p> +<p>[LADY AGATHA and MR. HOPPER cross and exit on terrace L.U.E.]</p> +<p>PARKER. Mr. Cecil Graham!</p> +<p>[Enter MR. CECIL GRAHAM.]</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. [Bows to LADY WINDERMERE, passes over and shakes +hands with LORD WINDERMERE.] Good evening, Arthur. Why don’t +you ask me how I am? I like people to ask me how I am. It +shows a wide-spread interest in my health. Now, to-night I am +not at all well. Been dining with my people. Wonder why +it is one’s people are always so tedious? My father would +talk morality after dinner. I told him he was old enough to know +better. But my experience is that as soon as people are old enough +to know better, they don’t know anything at all. Hallo, +Tuppy! Hear you’re going to be married again; thought you +were tired of that game.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. You’re excessively trivial, my dear boy, +excessively trivial!</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. By the way, Tuppy, which is it? Have you +been twice married and once divorced, or twice divorced and once married? +I say you’ve been twice divorced and once married. It seems +so much more probable.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. I have a very bad memory. I really don’t +remember which. [Moves away R.]</p> +<p>LADY PLYMDALE. Lord Windermere, I’ve something most particular +to ask you.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I am afraid - if you will excuse me - I must +join my wife.</p> +<p>LADY PLYMDALE. Oh, you mustn’t dream of such a thing. +It’s most dangerous nowadays for a husband to pay any attention +to his wife in public. It always makes people think that he beats +her when they’re alone. The world has grown so suspicious +of anything that looks like a happy married life. But I’ll +tell you what it is at supper. [Moves towards door of ball-room.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [C.] Margaret! I <i>must</i> speak +to you.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Will you hold my fan for me, Lord Darlington? +Thanks. [Comes down to him.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Crossing to her.] Margaret, what you +said before dinner was, of course, impossible?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. That woman is not coming here to-night!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [R.C.] Mrs. Erlynne is coming here, +and if you in any way annoy or wound her, you will bring shame and sorrow +on us both. Remember that! Ah, Margaret! only trust me! +A wife should trust her husband!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [C.] London is full of women who trust +their husbands. One can always recognise them. They look +so thoroughly unhappy. I am not going to be one of them. +[Moves up.] Lord Darlington, will you give me back my fan, please? +Thanks. . . . A useful thing a fan, isn’t it? . . . I want a friend +to-night, Lord Darlington: I didn’t know I would want one so soon.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Lady Windermere! I knew the time would +come some day; but why to-night?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I <i>will</i> tell her. I must. +It would be terrible if there were any scene. Margaret . . .</p> +<p>PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne!</p> +<p>[LORD WINDERMERE starts. MRS. ERLYNNE enters, very beautifully +dressed and very dignified. LADY WINDERMERE clutches at her fan, +then lets it drop on the door. She bows coldly to MRS. ERLYNNE, +who bows to her sweetly in turn, and sails into the room.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. You have dropped your fan, Lady Windermere. +[Picks it up and hands it to her.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [C.] How do you do, again, Lord Windermere? +How charming your sweet wife looks! Quite a picture!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [In a low voice.] It was terribly rash +of you to come!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Smiling.] The wisest thing I ever did +in my life. And, by the way, you must pay me a good deal of attention +this evening. I am afraid of the women. You must introduce +me to some of them. The men I can always manage. How do +you do, Lord Augustus? You have quite neglected me lately. +I have not seen you since yesterday. I am afraid you’re +faithless. Every one told me so.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [R.] Now really, Mrs. Erlynne, allow me +to explain.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [R.C.] No, dear Lord Augustus, you can’t +explain anything. It is your chief charm.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Ah! if you find charms in me, Mrs. Erlynne -</p> +<p>[They converse together. LORD WINDERMERE moves uneasily about +the room watching MRS. ERLYNNE.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [To LADY WINDERMERE.] How pale you are!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Cowards are always pale!</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. You look faint. Come out on the terrace.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. [To PARKER.] Parker, send +my cloak out.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Crossing to her.] Lady Windermere, how +beautifully your terrace is illuminated. Reminds me of Prince +Doria’s at Rome.</p> +<p>[LADY WINDERMERE bows coldly, and goes off with LORD DARLINGTON.]</p> +<p>Oh, how do you do, Mr. Graham? Isn’t that your aunt, +Lady Jedburgh? I should so much like to know her.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. [After a moment’s hesitation and embarrassment.] +Oh, certainly, if you wish it. Aunt Caroline, allow me to introduce +Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. So pleased to meet you, Lady Jedburgh. +[Sits beside her on the sofa.] Your nephew and I are great friends. +I am so much interested in his political career. I think he’s +sure to be a wonderful success. He thinks like a Tory, and talks +like a Radical, and that’s so important nowadays. He’s +such a brilliant talker, too. But we all know from whom he inherits +that. Lord Allandale was saying to me only yesterday, in the Park, +that Mr. Graham talks almost as well as his aunt.</p> +<p>LADY JEDBURGH. [R.] Most kind of you to say these charming +things to me! [MRS. ERLYNNE smiles, and continues conversation.]</p> +<p>DUMBY. [To CECIL GRAHAM.] Did you introduce Mrs. Erlynne +to Lady Jedburgh?</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Had to, my dear fellow. Couldn’t +help it! That woman can make one do anything she wants. +How, I don’t know.</p> +<p>DUMBY. Hope to goodness she won’t speak to me! +[Saunters towards LADY PLYMDALE.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [C. To LADY JEDBURGH.] On Thursday? +With great pleasure. [Rises, and speaks to LORD WINDERMERE, laughing.] +What a bore it is to have to be civil to these old dowagers! But +they always insist on it!</p> +<p>LADY PLYMDALE. [To MR. DUMBY.] Who is that well-dressed +woman talking to Windermere?</p> +<p>DUMBY. Haven’t got the slightest idea! Looks like +an <i>édition de luxe</i> of a wicked French novel, meant specially +for the English market.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. So that is poor Dumby with Lady Plymdale? +I hear she is frightfully jealous of him. He doesn’t seem +anxious to speak to me to-night. I suppose he is afraid of her. +Those straw-coloured women have dreadful tempers. Do you know, +I think I’ll dance with you first, Windermere. [LORD WINDERMERE +bits his lip and frowns.] It will make Lord Augustus so jealous! +Lord Augustus! [LORD AUGUSTUS comes down.] Lord Windermere +insists on my dancing with him first, and, as it’s his own house, +I can’t well refuse. You know I would much sooner dance +with you.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [With a low bow.] I wish I could think +so, Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>MRS ERLYNNE. You know it far too well. I can fancy a +person dancing through life with you and finding it charming.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [Placing his hand on his white waistcoat.] +Oh, thank you, thank you. You are the most adorable of all ladies!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. What a nice speech! So simple and so sincere! +Just the sort of speech I like. Well, you shall hold my bouquet. +[Goes towards ball-room on LORD WINDERMERE’S arm.] Ah, Mr. +Dumby, how are you? I am so sorry I have been out the last three +times you have called. Come and lunch on Friday.</p> +<p>DUMBY. [With perfect nonchalance.] Delighted!</p> +<p>[LADY PLYMDALE glares with indignation at MR. DUMBY. LORD AUGUSTUS +follows MRS. ERLYNNE and LORD WINDERMERE into the ball-room holding +bouquet]</p> +<p>LADY PLYMDALE. [To MR. DUMBY.] What an absolute brute +you are! I never can believe a word you say! Why did you +tell me you didn’t know her? What do you mean by calling +on her three times running? You are not to go to lunch there; +of course you understand that?</p> +<p>DUMBY. My dear Laura, I wouldn’t dream of going!</p> +<p>LADY PLYMDALE. You haven’t told me her name yet! +Who is she?</p> +<p>DUMBY. [Coughs slightly and smooths his hair.] She’s +a Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>LADY PLYMDALE. That woman!</p> +<p>DUMBY. Yes; that is what every one calls her.</p> +<p>LADY PLYMDALE. How very interesting! How intensely interesting! +I really must have a good stare at her. [Goes to door of ball-room +and looks in.] I have heard the most shocking things about her. +They say she is ruining poor Windermere. And Lady Windermere, +who goes in for being so proper, invites her! How extremely amusing! +It takes a thoroughly good woman to do a thoroughly stupid thing. +You are to lunch there on Friday!</p> +<p>DUMBY. Why?</p> +<p>LADY PLYMDALE. Because I want you to take my husband with you. +He has been so attentive lately, that he has become a perfect nuisance. +Now, this woman is just the thing for him. He’ll dance attendance +upon her as long as she lets him, and won’t bother me. I +assure you, women of that kind are most useful. They form the +basis of other people’s marriages.</p> +<p>DUMBY. What a mystery you are!</p> +<p>LADY PLYMDALE. [Looking at him.] I wish <i>you</i> were!</p> +<p>DUMBY. I am - to myself. I am the only person in the +world I should like to know thoroughly; but I don’t see any chance +of it just at present.</p> +<p>[They pass into the ball-room, and LADY WINDERMERE and LORD DARLINGTON +enter from the terrace.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Her coming here is monstrous, unbearable. +I know now what you meant to-day at tea-time. Why didn’t +you tell me right out? You should have!</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. I couldn’t! A man can’t +tell these things about another man! But if I had known he was +going to make you ask her here to-night, I think I would have told you. +That insult, at any rate, you would have been spared.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I did not ask her. He insisted on her +coming - against my entreaties - against my commands. Oh! the +house is tainted for me! I feel that every woman here sneers at +me as she dances by with my husband. What have I done to deserve +this? I gave him all my life. He took it - used it - spoiled +it! I am degraded in my own eyes; and I lack courage - I am a +coward! [Sits down on sofa.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. If I know you at all, I know that you can’t +live with a man who treats you like this! What sort of life would +you have with him? You would feel that he was lying to you every +moment of the day. You would feel that the look in his eyes was +false, his voice false, his touch false, his passion false. He +would come to you when he was weary of others; you would have to comfort +him. He would come to you when he was devoted to others; you would +have to charm him. You would have to be to him the mask of his +real life, the cloak to hide his secret.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You are right - you are terribly right. +But where am I to turn? You said you would be my friend, Lord +Darlington. - Tell me, what am I to do? Be my friend now.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Between men and women there is no friendship +possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship. +I love you -</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. No, no! [Rises.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Yes, I love you! You are more to me +than anything in the whole world. What does your husband give +you? Nothing. Whatever is in him he gives to this wretched +woman, whom he has thrust into your society, into your home, to shame +you before every one. I offer you my life -</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington!</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. My life - my whole life. Take it, and +do with it what you will. . . . I love you - love you as I have never +loved any living thing. From the moment I met you I loved you, +loved you blindly, adoringly, madly! You did not know it then +- you know it now! Leave this house to-night. I won’t +tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world’s voice, +or the voice of society. They matter a great deal. They +matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose +between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely - or +dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world +in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose! +Oh, my love, choose.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Moving slowly away from him, and looking +at him with startled eyes.] I have not the courage.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Following her.] Yes; you have the courage. +There may be six months of pain, of disgrace even, but when you no longer +bear his name, when you bear mine, all will be well. Margaret, +my love, my wife that shall be some day - yes, my wife! You know +it! What are you now? This woman has the place that belongs +by right to you. Oh! go - go out of this house, with head erect, +with a smile upon your lips, with courage in your eyes. All London +will know why you did it; and who will blame you? No one. +If they do, what matter? Wrong? What is wrong? It’s +wrong for a man to abandon his wife for a shameless woman. It +is wrong for a wife to remain with a man who so dishonours her. +You said once you would make no compromise with things. Make none +now. Be brave! Be yourself!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I am afraid of being myself. Let me +think! Let me wait! My husband may return to me. [Sits +down on sofa.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. And you would take him back! You are +not what I thought you were. You are just the same as every other +woman. You would stand anything rather than face the censure of +a world, whose praise you would despise. In a week you will be +driving with this woman in the Park. She will be your constant +guest - your dearest friend. You would endure anything rather +than break with one blow this monstrous tie. You are right. +You have no courage; none!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Ah, give me time to think. I cannot +answer you now. [Passes her hand nervously over her brow.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. It must be now or not at all.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising from the sofa.] Then, not at +all! [A pause.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. You break my heart!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Mine is already broken. [A pause.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. To-morrow I leave England. This is the +last time I shall ever look on you. You will never see me again. +For one moment our lives met - our souls touched. They must never +meet or touch again. Good-bye, Margaret. [Exit.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. How alone I am in life! How terribly +alone!</p> +<p>[The music stops. Enter the DUCHESS OF BERWICK and LORD PAISLEY +laughing and talking. Other guests come on from ball-room.]</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Margaret, I’ve just been having +such a delightful chat with Mrs. Erlynne. I am so sorry for what +I said to you this afternoon about her. Of course, she must be +all right if <i>you</i> invite her. A most attractive woman, and +has such sensible views on life. Told me she entirely disapproved +of people marrying more than once, so I feel quite safe about poor Augustus. +Can’t imagine why people speak against her. It’s those +horrid nieces of mine - the Saville girls - they’re always talking +scandal. Still, I should go to Homburg, dear, I really should. +She is just a little too attractive. But where is Agatha? +Oh, there she is: [LADY AGATHA and MR. HOPPER enter from terrace +L.U.E.] Mr. Hopper, I am very, very angry with you. You +have taken Agatha out on the terrace, and she is so delicate.</p> +<p>HOPPER. Awfully sorry, Duchess. We went out for a moment +and then got chatting together.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [C.] Ah, about dear Australia, I +suppose?</p> +<p>HOPPER. Yes!</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Agatha, darling! [Beckons her over.]</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma!</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Aside.] Did Mr. Hopper definitely +-</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. And what answer did you give him, dear +child?</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Affectionately.] My dear one! +You always say the right thing. Mr. Hopper! James! +Agatha has told me everything. How cleverly you have both kept +your secret.</p> +<p>HOPPER. You don’t mind my taking Agatha off to Australia, +then, Duchess?</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Indignantly.] To Australia? +Oh, don’t mention that dreadful vulgar place.</p> +<p>HOPPER. But she said she’d like to come with me.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Severely.] Did you say that, Agatha?</p> +<p>LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Agatha, you say the most silly things possible. +I think on the whole that Grosvenor Square would be a more healthy place +to reside in. There are lots of vulgar people live in Grosvenor +Square, but at any rate there are no horrid kangaroos crawling about. +But we’ll talk about that to-morrow. James, you can take +Agatha down. You’ll come to lunch, of course, James. +At half-past one, instead of two. The Duke will wish to say a +few words to you, I am sure.</p> +<p>HOPPER. I should like to have a chat with the Duke, Duchess. +He has not said a single word to me yet.</p> +<p>DUCHESS OF BERWICK. I think you’ll find he will have +a great deal to say to you to-morrow. [Exit LADY AGATHA with MR. +HOPPER.] And now good-night, Margaret. I’m afraid +it’s the old, old story, dear. Love - well, not love at +first sight, but love at the end of the season, which is so much more +satisfactory.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Good-night, Duchess.</p> +<p>[Exit the DUCHESS OF BERWICK on LORD PAISLEY’S arm.]</p> +<p>LADY PLYMDALE. My dear Margaret, what a handsome woman your +husband has been dancing with! I should be quite jealous if I +were you! Is she a great friend of yours?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. No!</p> +<p>LADY PLYMDALE. Really? Good-night, dear. [Looks +at MR. DUMBY and exit.]</p> +<p>DUMBY. Awful manners young Hopper has!</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Ah! Hopper is one of Nature’s gentlemen, +the worst type of gentleman I know.</p> +<p>DUMBY. Sensible woman, Lady Windermere. Lots of wives +would have objected to Mrs. Erlynne coming. But Lady Windermere +has that uncommon thing called common sense.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. And Windermere knows that nothing looks so like +innocence as an indiscretion.</p> +<p>DUMBY. Yes; dear Windermere is becoming almost modern. +Never thought he would. [Bows to LADY WINDERMERE and exit.]</p> +<p>LADY JEDBURGH. Good night, Lady Windermere. What a fascinating +woman Mrs. Erlynne is! She is coming to lunch on Thursday, won’t +you come too? I expect the Bishop and dear Lady Merton.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I am afraid I am engaged, Lady Jedburgh.</p> +<p>LADY JEDBURGH. So sorry. Come, dear. [Exeunt LADY +JEDBURGH and MISS GRAHAM.]</p> +<p>[Enter MRS. ERLYNNE and LORD WINDERMERE.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Charming ball it has been! Quite reminds +me of old days. [Sits on sofa.] And I see that there are +just as many fools in society as there used to be. So pleased +to find that nothing has altered! Except Margaret. She’s +grown quite pretty. The last time I saw her - twenty years ago, +she was a fright in flannel. Positive fright, I assure you. +The dear Duchess! and that sweet Lady Agatha! Just the type of +girl I like! Well, really, Windermere, if I am to be the Duchess’s +sister-in-law</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Sitting L. of her.] But are you - ?</p> +<p>[Exit MR. CECIL GRAHAM with rest of guests. LADY WINDERMERE +watches, with a look of scorn and pain, MRS. ERLYNNE and her husband. +They are unconscious of her presence.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, yes! He’s to call to-morrow at +twelve o’clock! He wanted to propose to-night. In +fact he did. He kept on proposing. Poor Augustus, you know +how he repeats himself. Such a bad habit! But I told him +I wouldn’t give him an answer till to-morrow. Of course +I am going to take him. And I dare say I’ll make him an +admirable wife, as wives go. And there is a great deal of good +in Lord Augustus. Fortunately it is all on the surface. +Just where good qualities should be. Of course you must help me +in this matter.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I am not called on to encourage Lord Augustus, +I suppose?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, no! I do the encouraging. But +you will make me a handsome settlement, Windermere, won’t you?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Frowning.] Is that what you want to +talk to me about to-night?</p> +<p>MRS ERLYNNE. Yes.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [With a gesture of impatience.] I will +not talk of it here.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Laughing.] Then we will talk of it on +the terrace. Even business should have a picturesque background. +Should it not, Windermere? With a proper background women can +do anything.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Won’t to-morrow do as well?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. No; you see, to-morrow I am going to accept him. +And I think it would be a good thing if I was able to tell him that +I had - well, what shall I say? - £2000 a year left to me by a +third cousin - or a second husband - or some distant relative of that +kind. It would be an additional attraction, wouldn’t it? +You have a delightful opportunity now of paying me a compliment, Windermere. +But you are not very clever at paying compliments. I am afraid +Margaret doesn’t encourage you in that excellent habit. +It’s a great mistake on her part. When men give up saying +what is charming, they give up thinking what is charming. But +seriously, what do you say to £2000? £2500, I think. +In modern life margin is everything. Windermere, don’t you +think the world an intensely amusing place? I do!</p> +<p>[Exit on terrace with LORD WINDERMERE. Music strikes up in +ball-room.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. To stay in this house any longer is impossible. +To-night a man who loves me offered me his whole life. I refused +it. It was foolish of me. I will offer him mine now. +I will give him mine. I will go to him! [Puts on cloak and +goes to the door, then turns back. Sits down at table and writes +a letter, puts it into an envelope, and leaves it on table.] Arthur +has never understood me. When he reads this, he will. He +may do as he chooses now with his life. I have done with mine +as I think best, as I think right. It is he who has broken the +bond of marriage - not I. I only break its bondage.</p> +<p>[Exit.]</p> +<p>[PARKER enters L. and crosses towards the ball-room R. Enter +MRS. ERLYNNE.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Is Lady Windermere in the ball-room?</p> +<p>PARKER. Her ladyship has just gone out.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Gone out? She’s not on the terrace?</p> +<p>PARKER. No, madam. Her ladyship has just gone out of +the house.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Starts, and looks at the servant with a puzzled +expression in her face.] Out of the house?</p> +<p>PARKER. Yes, madam - her ladyship told me she had left a letter +for his lordship on the table.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. A letter for Lord Windermere?</p> +<p>PARKER. Yes, madam.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Thank you.</p> +<p>[Exit PARKER. The music in the ball-room stops.] Gone +out of her house! A letter addressed to her husband! [Goes +over to bureau and looks at letter. Takes it up and lays it down +again with a shudder of fear.] No, no! It would be impossible! +Life doesn’t repeat its tragedies like that! Oh, why does +this horrible fancy come across me? Why do I remember now the +one moment of my life I most wish to forget? Does life repeat +its tragedies? [Tears letter open and reads it, then sinks down +into a chair with a gesture of anguish.] Oh, how terrible! +The same words that twenty years ago I wrote to her father! and how +bitterly I have been punished for it! No; my punishment, my real +punishment is to-night, is now! [Still seated R.]</p> +<p>[Enter LORD WINDERMERE L.U.E.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Have you said good-night to my wife? +[Comes C.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Crushing letter in her hand.] Yes.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Where is she?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. She is very tired. She has gone to bed. +She said she had a headache.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I must go to her. You’ll excuse +me?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising hurriedly.] Oh, no! It’s +nothing serious. She’s only very tired, that is all. +Besides, there are people still in the supper-room. She wants +you to make her apologies to them. She said she didn’t wish +to be disturbed. [Drops letter.] She asked me to tell you!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Picks up letter.] You have dropped +something.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh yes, thank you, that is mine. [Puts +out her hand to take it.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Still looking at letter.] But it’s +my wife’s handwriting, isn’t it?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Takes the letter quickly.] Yes, it’s +- an address. Will you ask them to call my carriage, please?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Certainly.</p> +<p>[Goes L. and Exit.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Thanks! What can I do? What can I +do? I feel a passion awakening within me that I never felt before. +What can it mean? The daughter must not be like the mother - that +would be terrible. How can I save her? How can I save my +child? A moment may ruin a life. Who knows that better than +I? Windermere must be got out of the house; that is absolutely +necessary. [Goes L.] But how shall I do it? It must +be done somehow. Ah!</p> +<p>[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS R.U.E. carrying bouquet.]</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Dear lady, I am in such suspense! May +I not have an answer to my request?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Lord Augustus, listen to me. You are to +take Lord Windermere down to your club at once, and keep him there as +long as possible. You understand?</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. But you said you wished me to keep early hours!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Nervously.] Do what I tell you. +Do what I tell you.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. And my reward?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Your reward? Your reward? Oh! ask +me that to-morrow. But don’t let Windermere out of your +sight to-night. If you do I will never forgive you. I will +never speak to you again. I’ll have nothing to do with you. +Remember you are to keep Windermere at your club, and don’t let +him come back to-night.</p> +<p>[Exit L.]</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Well, really, I might be her husband already. +Positively I might. [Follows her in a bewildered manner.]</p> +<p>ACT DROP.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>THIRD ACT</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>SCENE</p> +<p>Lord Darlington’s Rooms. A large sofa is in front of +fireplace R. At the back of the stage a curtain is drawn across +the window. Doors L. and R. Table R. with writing materials. +Table C. with syphons, glasses, and Tantalus frame. Table L. with +cigar and cigarette box. Lamps lit.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Standing by the fireplace.] Why doesn’t +he come? This waiting is horrible. He should be here. +Why is he not here, to wake by passionate words some fire within me? +I am cold - cold as a loveless thing. Arthur must have read my +letter by this time. If he cared for me, he would have come after +me, would have taken me back by force. But he doesn’t care. +He’s entrammelled by this woman - fascinated by her - dominated +by her. If a woman wants to hold a man, she has merely to appeal +to what is worst in him. We make gods of men and they leave us. +Others make brutes of them and they fawn and are faithful. How +hideous life is! . . . Oh! it was mad of me to come here, horribly mad. +And yet, which is the worst, I wonder, to be at the mercy of a man who +loves one, or the wife of a man who in one’s own house dishonours +one? What woman knows? What woman in the whole world? +But will he love me always, this man to whom I am giving my life? +What do I bring him? Lips that have lost the note of joy, eyes +that are blinded by tears, chill hands and icy heart. I bring +him nothing. I must go back - no; I can’t go back, my letter +has put me in their power - Arthur would not take me back! That +fatal letter! No! Lord Darlington leaves England to-morrow. +I will go with him - I have no choice. [Sits down for a few moments. +Then starts up and puts on her cloak.] No, no! I will go +back, let Arthur do with me what he pleases. I can’t wait +here. It has been madness my coming. I must go at once. +As for Lord Darlington - Oh! here he is! What shall I do? +What can I say to him? Will he let me go away at all? I +have heard that men are brutal, horrible . . . Oh! [Hides her +face in her hands.]</p> +<p>[Enter MRS. ERLYNNE L.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Lady Windermere! [LADY WINDERMERE starts +and looks up. Then recoils in contempt.] Thank Heaven I +am in time. You must go back to your husband’s house immediately.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Must?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Authoritatively.] Yes, you must! +There is not a second to be lost. Lord Darlington may return at +any moment.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t come near me!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! You are on the brink of ruin, you are +on the brink of a hideous precipice. You must leave this place +at once, my carriage is waiting at the corner of the street. You +must come with me and drive straight home.</p> +<p>[LADY WINDERMERE throws off her cloak and flings it on the sofa.]</p> +<p>What are you doing?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne - if you had not come here, I +would have gone back. But now that I see you, I feel that nothing +in the whole world would induce me to live under the same roof as Lord +Windermere. You fill me with horror. There is something +about you that stirs the wildest - rage within me. And I know +why you are here. My husband sent you to lure me back that I might +serve as a blind to whatever relations exist between you and him.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! You don’t think that - you can’t.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Go back to my husband, Mrs. Erlynne. +He belongs to you and not to me. I suppose he is afraid of a scandal. +Men are such cowards. They outrage every law of the world, and +are afraid of the world’s tongue. But he had better prepare +himself. He shall have a scandal. He shall have the worst +scandal there has been in London for years. He shall see his name +in every vile paper, mine on every hideous placard.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. No - no -</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes! he shall. Had he come himself, +I admit I would have gone back to the life of degradation you and he +had prepared for me - I was going back - but to stay himself at home, +and to send you as his messenger - oh! it was infamous - infamous.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [C.] Lady Windermere, you wrong me horribly +- you wrong your husband horribly. He doesn’t know you are +here - he thinks you are safe in your own house. He thinks you +are asleep in your own room. He never read the mad letter you +wrote to him!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [R.] Never read it!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. No - he knows nothing about it.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. How simple you think me! [Going to her.] +You are lying to me!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Restraining herself.] I am not. +I am telling you the truth.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. If my husband didn’t read my letter, +how is it that you are here? Who told you I had left the house +you were shameless enough to enter? Who told you where I had gone +to? My husband told you, and sent you to decoy me back. +[Crosses L.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [R.C.] Your husband has never seen the +letter. I - saw it, I opened it. I - read it.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Turning to her.] You opened a letter +of mine to my husband? You wouldn’t dare!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Dare! Oh! to save you from the abyss into +which you are falling, there is nothing in the world I would not dare, +nothing in the whole world. Here is the letter. Your husband +has never read it. He never shall read it. [Going to fireplace.] +It should never have been written. [Tears it and throws it into +the fire.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [With infinite contempt in her voice and look.] +How do I know that that was my letter after all? You seem to think +the commonest device can take me in!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! why do you disbelieve everything I tell you? +What object do you think I have in coming here, except to save you from +utter ruin, to save you from the consequence of a hideous mistake? +That letter that is burnt now <i>was</i> your letter. I swear +it to you!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Slowly.] You took good care to burn +it before I had examined it. I cannot trust you. You, whose +whole life is a lie, could you speak the truth about anything? +[Sits down.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Hurriedly.] Think as you like about me +- say what you choose against me, but go back, go back to the husband +you love.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Sullenly.] I do <i>not</i> love him!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. You do, and you know that he loves you.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. He does not understand what love is. +He understands it as little as you do - but I see what you want. +It would be a great advantage for you to get me back. Dear Heaven! +what a life I would have then! Living at the mercy of a woman +who has neither mercy nor pity in her, a woman whom it is an infamy +to meet, a degradation to know, a vile woman, a woman who comes between +husband and wife!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a gesture of despair.] Lady Windermere, +Lady Windermere, don’t say such terrible things. You don’t +know how terrible they are, how terrible and how unjust. Listen, +you must listen! Only go back to your husband, and I promise you +never to communicate with him again on any pretext - never to see him +- never to have anything to do with his life or yours. The money +that he gave me, he gave me not through love, but through hatred, not +in worship, but in contempt. The hold I have over him -</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] Ah! you admit you have a hold!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes, and I will tell you what it is. It +is his love for you, Lady Windermere.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You expect me to believe that?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. You must believe it! It is true. +It is his love for you that has made him submit to - oh! call it what +you like, tyranny, threats, anything you choose. But it is his +love for you. His desire to spare you - shame, yes, shame and +disgrace.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. What do you mean? You are insolent! +What have I to do with you?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Humbly.] Nothing. I know it - but +I tell you that your husband loves you - that you may never meet with +such love again in your whole life - that such love you will never meet +- and that if you throw it away, the day may come when you will starve +for love and it will not be given to you, beg for love and it will be +denied you - Oh! Arthur loves you!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur? And you tell me there is nothing +between you?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Lady Windermere, before Heaven your husband is +guiltless of all offence towards you! And I - I tell you that +had it ever occurred to me that such a monstrous suspicion would have +entered your mind, I would have died rather than have crossed your life +or his - oh! died, gladly died! [Moves away to sofa R.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You talk as if you had a heart. Women +like you have no hearts. Heart is not in you. You are bought +and sold. [Sits L.C.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Starts, with a gesture of pain. Then restrains +herself, and comes over to where LADY WINDERMERE is sitting. As +she speaks, she stretches out her hands towards her, but does not dare +to touch her.] Believe what you choose about me. I am not +worth a moment’s sorrow. But don’t spoil your beautiful +young life on my account! You don’t know what may be in +store for you, unless you leave this house at once. You don’t +know what it is to fall into the pit, to be despised, mocked, abandoned, +sneered at - to be an outcast! to find the door shut against one, to +have to creep in by hideous byways, afraid every moment lest the mask +should be stripped from one’s face, and all the while to hear +the laughter, the horrible laughter of the world, a thing more tragic +than all the tears the world has ever shed. You don’t know +what it is. One pays for one’s sin, and then one pays again, +and all one’s life one pays. You must never know that. - +As for me, if suffering be an expiation, then at this moment I have +expiated all my faults, whatever they have been; for to-night you have +made a heart in one who had it not, made it and broken it. - But let +that pass. I may have wrecked my own life, but I will not let +you wreck yours. You - why, you are a mere girl, you would be +lost. You haven’t got the kind of brains that enables a +woman to get back. You have neither the wit nor the courage. +You couldn’t stand dishonour! No! Go back, Lady Windermere, +to the husband who loves you, whom you love. You have a child, +Lady Windermere. Go back to that child who even now, in pain or +in joy, may be calling to you. [LADY WINDERMERE rises.] +God gave you that child. He will require from you that you make +his life fine, that you watch over him. What answer will you make +to God if his life is ruined through you? Back to your house, +Lady Windermere - your husband loves you! He has never swerved +for a moment from the love he bears you. But even if he had a +thousand loves, you must stay with your child. If he was harsh +to you, you must stay with your child. If he ill-treated you, +you must stay with your child. If he abandoned you, your place +is with your child.</p> +<p>[LADY WINDERMERE bursts into tears and buries her face in her hands.]</p> +<p>[Rushing to her.] Lady Windermere!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Holding out her hands to her, helplessly, +as a child might do.] Take me home. Take me home.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Is about to embrace her. Then restrains +herself. There is a look of wonderful joy in her face.] +Come! Where is your cloak? [Getting it from sofa.] +Here. Put it on. Come at once!</p> +<p>[They go to the door.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Stop! Don’t you hear voices?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. No, no! There was no one!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, there is! Listen! Oh! that +is my husband’s voice! He is coming in! Save me! +Oh, it’s some plot! You have sent for him.</p> +<p>[Voices outside.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Silence! I’m here to save you, if +I can. But I fear it is too late! There! [Points to the +curtain across the window.] The first chance you have, slip out, +if you ever get a chance!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. But you?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! never mind me. I’ll face them.</p> +<p>[LADY WINDERMERE hides herself behind the curtain.]</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [Outside.] Nonsense, dear Windermere, +you must not leave me!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Lord Augustus! Then it is I who am lost! +[Hesitates for a moment, then looks round and sees door R., and exits +through it.]</p> +<p> [Enter LORD DARLINGTON, MR. DUMBY, LORD WINDERMERE, LORD AUGUSTUS +LORTON, and MR. CECIL GRAHAM.</p> +<p>DUMBY. What a nuisance their turning us out of the club at +this hour! It’s only two o’clock. [Sinks into +a chair.] The lively part of the evening is only just beginning. +[Yawns and closes his eyes.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. It is very good of you, Lord Darlington, allowing +Augustus to force our company on you, but I’m afraid I can’t +stay long.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Really! I am so sorry! You’ll +take a cigar, won’t you?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Thanks! [Sits down.]</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [To LORD WINDERMERE.] My dear boy, you +must not dream of going. I have a great deal to talk to you about, +of demmed importance, too. [Sits down with him at L. table.]</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! We all know what that is! Tuppy +can’t talk about anything but Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Well, that is no business of yours, is it, +Cecil?</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. None! That is why it interests me. +My own business always bores me to death. I prefer other people’s.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Have something to drink, you fellows. +Cecil, you’ll have a whisky and soda?</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Thanks. [Goes to table with LORD DARLINGTON.] +Mrs. Erlynne looked very handsome to-night, didn’t she?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. I am not one of her admirers.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. I usen’t to be, but I am now. Why! +she actually made me introduce her to poor dear Aunt Caroline. +I believe she is going to lunch there.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [In Purple.] No?</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. She is, really.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Excuse me, you fellows. I’m going +away to-morrow. And I have to write a few letters. [Goes +to writing table and sits down.]</p> +<p>DUMBY. Clever woman, Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Hallo, Dumby! I thought you were asleep.</p> +<p>DUMBY. I am, I usually am!</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. A very clever woman. Knows perfectly well +what a demmed fool I am - knows it as well as I do myself.</p> +<p>[CECIL GRAHAM comes towards him laughing.]</p> +<p>Ah, you may laugh, my boy, but it is a great thing to come across +a woman who thoroughly understands one.</p> +<p>DUMBY. It is an awfully dangerous thing. They always +end by marrying one.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. But I thought, Tuppy, you were never going to +see her again! Yes! you told me so yesterday evening at the club. +You said you’d heard -</p> +<p>[Whispering to him.]</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Oh, she’s explained that.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. And the Wiesbaden affair?</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. She’s explained that too.</p> +<p>DUMBY. And her income, Tuppy? Has she explained that?</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [In a very serious voice.] She’s +going to explain that to-morrow.</p> +<p>[CECIL GRAHAM goes back to C. table.]</p> +<p>DUMBY. Awfully commercial, women nowadays. Our grandmothers +threw their caps over the mills, of course, but, by Jove, their granddaughters +only throw their caps over mills that can raise the wind for them.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. You want to make her out a wicked woman. +She is not!</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! Wicked women bother one. Good +women bore one. That is the only difference between them.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [Puffing a cigar.] Mrs. Erlynne has a +future before her.</p> +<p>DUMBY. Mrs. Erlynne has a past before her.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. I prefer women with a past. They’re +always so demmed amusing to talk to.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Well, you’ll have lots of topics of conversation +with <i>her</i>, Tuppy. [Rising and going to him.]</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. You’re getting annoying, dear-boy; you’re +getting demmed annoying.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. [Puts his hands on his shoulders.] Now, +Tuppy, you’ve lost your figure and you’ve lost your character. +Don’t lose your temper; you have only got one.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. My dear boy, if I wasn’t the most good-natured +man in London -</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. We’d treat you with more respect, wouldn’t +we, Tuppy? [Strolls away.]</p> +<p>DUMBY. The youth of the present day are quite monstrous. +They have absolutely no respect for dyed hair. [LORD AUGUSTUS +looks round angrily.]</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Mrs. Erlynne has a very great respect for dear +Tuppy.</p> +<p>DUMBY. Then Mrs. Erlynne sets an admirable example to the rest +of her sex. It is perfectly brutal the way most women nowadays +behave to men who are not their husbands.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Dumby, you are ridiculous, and Cecil, you +let your tongue run away with you. You must leave Mrs. Erlynne +alone. You don’t really know anything about her, and you’re +always talking scandal against her.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. [Coming towards him L.C.] My dear Arthur, +I never talk scandal. <i>I</i> only talk gossip.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. What is the difference between scandal and +gossip?</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! gossip is charming! History is merely +gossip. But scandal is gossip made tedious by morality. +Now, I never moralise. A man who moralises is usually a hypocrite, +and a woman who moralises is invariably plain. There is nothing +in the whole world so unbecoming to a woman as a Nonconformist conscience. +And most women know it, I’m glad to say.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Just my sentiments, dear boy, just my sentiments.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Sorry to hear it, Tuppy; whenever people agree +with me, I always feel I must be wrong.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. My dear boy, when I was your age -</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. But you never were, Tuppy, and you never will +be. [Goes up C.] I say, Darlington, let us have some cards. +You’ll play, Arthur, won’t you?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. No, thanks, Cecil.</p> +<p>DUMBY. [With a sigh.] Good heavens! how marriage ruins +a man! It’s as demoralising as cigarettes, and far more +expensive.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. You’ll play, of course, Tuppy?</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [Pouring himself out a brandy and soda at table.] +Can’t, dear boy. Promised Mrs. Erlynne never to play or +drink again.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Now, my dear Tuppy, don’t be led astray +into the paths of virtue. Reformed, you would be perfectly tedious. +That is the worst of women. They always want one to be good. +And if we are good, when they meet us, they don’t love us at all. +They like to find us quite irretrievably bad, and to leave us quite +unattractively good.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Rising from R. table, where he has been writing +letters.] They always do find us bad!</p> +<p>DUMBY. I don’t think we are bad. I think we are +all good, except Tuppy.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. No, we are all in the gutter, but some of +us are looking at the stars. [Sits down at C. table.]</p> +<p>DUMBY. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking +at the stars? Upon my word, you are very romantic to-night, Darlington.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Too romantic! You must be in love. +Who is the girl?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. The woman I love is not free, or thinks she +isn’t. [Glances instinctively at LORD WINDERMERE while he +speaks.]</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. A married woman, then! Well, there’s +nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It’s +a thing no married man knows anything about.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Oh! she doesn’t love me. She is +a good woman. She is the only good woman I have ever met in my +life.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. The only good woman you have ever met in your +life?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Yes!</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. [Lighting a cigarette.] Well, you are a +lucky fellow! Why, I have met hundreds of good women. I +never seem to meet any but good women. The world is perfectly +packed with good women. To know them is a middle-class education.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. This woman has purity and innocence. +She has everything we men have lost.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. My dear fellow, what on earth should we men do +going about with purity and innocence? A carefully thought-out +buttonhole is much more effective.</p> +<p>DUMBY. She doesn’t really love you then?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. No, she does not!</p> +<p>DUMBY. I congratulate you, my dear fellow. In this world +there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, +and the other is getting it. The last is much the worst; the last +is a real tragedy! But I am interested to hear she does not love +you. How long could you love a woman who didn’t love you, +Cecil?</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. A woman who didn’t love me? Oh, all +my life!</p> +<p>DUMBY. So could I. But it’s so difficult to meet +one.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. How can you be so conceited, DUMBY?</p> +<p>DUMBY. I didn’t say it as a matter of conceit. +I said it as a matter of regret. I have been wildly, madly adored. +I am sorry I have. It has been an immense nuisance. I should +like to be allowed a little time to myself now and then.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [Looking round.] Time to educate yourself, +I suppose.</p> +<p>DUMBY. No, time to forget all I have learned. That is +much more important, dear Tuppy. [LORD AUGUSTUS moves uneasily +in his chair.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. What cynics you fellows are!</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. What is a cynic? [Sitting on the back of +the sofa.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. A man who knows the price of everything and +the value of nothing.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. And a sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is +a man who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn’t know +the market price of any single thing.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. You always amuse me, Cecil. You talk +as if you were a man of experience.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. I am. [Moves up to front off fireplace.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. You are far too young!</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. That is a great error. Experience is a +question of instinct about life. I have got it. Tuppy hasn’t. +Experience is the name Tuppy gives to his mistakes. That is all. +[LORD AUGUSTUS looks round indignantly.]</p> +<p>DUMBY. Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. [Standing with his back to the fireplace.] +One shouldn’t commit any. [Sees LADY WINDERMERE’S +fan on sofa.]</p> +<p>DUMBY. Life would be very dull without them.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Of course you are quite faithful to this woman +you are in love with, Darlington, to this good woman?</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Cecil, if on really loves a woman, all other +women in the world become absolutely meaningless to one. Love +changes one - <i>I</i> am changed.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Dear me! How very interesting! Tuppy, +I want to talk to you. [LORD AUGUSTUS takes no notice.]</p> +<p>DUMBY. It’s no use talking to Tuppy. You might +just as well talk to a brick wall.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. But I like talking to a brick wall - it’s +the only thing in the world that never contradicts me! Tuppy!</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Well, what is it? What is it? [Rising +and going over to CECIL GRAHAM.]</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Come over here. I want you particularly. +[Aside.] Darlington has been moralising and talking about the +purity of love, and that sort of thing, and he has got some woman in +his rooms all the time.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. No, really! really!</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. [In a low voice.] Yes, here is her fan. +[Points to the fan.]</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [Chuckling.] By Jove! By Jove!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Up by door.] I am really off now, Lord +Darlington. I am sorry you are leaving England so soon. +Pray call on us when you come back! My wife and I will be charmed +to see you!</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Up sage with LORD WINDERMERE.] I am +afraid I shall be away for many years. Good-night!</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Arthur!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. What?</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. I want to speak to you for a moment. No, +do come!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Putting on his coat.] I can’t +- I’m off!</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. It is something very particular. It will +interest you enormously.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Smiling.] It is some of your nonsense, +Cecil.</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. It isn’t! It isn’t really.</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [Going to him.] My dear fellow, you mustn’t +go yet. I have a lot to talk to you about. And Cecil has +something to show you.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Walking over.] Well, what is it?</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. Darlington has got a woman here in his rooms. +Here is her fan. Amusing, isn’t it? [A pause.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Good God! [Seizes the fan - DUMBY rises.]</p> +<p>CECIL GRAHAM. What is the matter?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington!</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Turning round.] Yes!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. What is my wife’s fan doing here in +your rooms? Hands off, Cecil. Don’t touch me.</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. Your wife’s fan?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, here it is!</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Walking towards him.] I don’t +know!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. You must know. I demand an explanation. +Don’t hold me, you fool. [To CECIL GRAHAM.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. [Aside.] She is here after all!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Speak, sir! Why is my wife’s fan +here? Answer me! By God! I’ll search your rooms, +and if my wife’s here, I’ll - [Moves.]</p> +<p>LORD DARLINGTON. You shall not search my rooms. You have +no right to do so. I forbid you!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. You scoundrel! I’ll not leave +your room till I have searched every corner of it! What moves +behind that curtain? [Rushes towards the curtain C.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Enters behind R.] Lord Windermere!</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne!</p> +<p>[Every one starts and turns round. LADY WINDERMERE slips out +from behind the curtain and glides from the room L.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. I am afraid I took your wife’s fan in mistake +for my own, when I was leaving your house to-night. I am so sorry. +[Takes fan from him. LORD WINDERMERE looks at her in contempt. +LORD DARLINGTON in mingled astonishment and anger. LORD AUGUSTUS +turns away. The other men smile at each other.]</p> +<p>ACT DROP.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>FOURTH ACT</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>SCENE - Same as in Act I.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Lying on sofa.] How can I tell him? +I can’t tell him. It would kill me. I wonder what +happened after I escaped from that horrible room. Perhaps she +told them the true reason of her being there, and the real meaning of +that - fatal fan of mine. Oh, if he knows - how can I look him +in the face again? He would never forgive me. [Touches bell.] +How securely one thinks one lives - out of reach of temptation, sin, +folly. And then suddenly - Oh! Life is terrible. It +rules us, we do not rule it.</p> +<p>[Enter ROSALIE R.]</p> +<p>ROSALIE. Did your ladyship ring for me?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Have you found out at what time +Lord Windermere came in last night?</p> +<p>ROSALIE. His lordship did not come in till five o’clock.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Five o’clock? He knocked at my +door this morning, didn’t he?</p> +<p>ROSALIE. Yes, my lady - at half-past nine. I told him +your ladyship was not awake yet.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Did he say anything?</p> +<p>ROSALIE. Something about your ladyship’s fan. I +didn’t quite catch what his lordship said. Has the fan been +lost, my lady? I can’t find it, and Parker says it was not +left in any of the rooms. He has looked in all of them and on +the terrace as well.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. It doesn’t matter. Tell Parker +not to trouble. That will do.</p> +<p>[Exit ROSALIE.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] She is sure to tell him. +I can fancy a person doing a wonderful act of self-sacrifice, doing +it spontaneously, recklessly, nobly - and afterwards finding out that +it costs too much. Why should she hesitate between her ruin and +mine? . . . How strange! I would have publicly disgraced her in +my own house. She accepts public disgrace in the house of another +to save me. . . . There is a bitter irony in things, a bitter irony +in the way we talk of good and bad women. . . . Oh, what a lesson! and +what a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of no +use to us! For even if she doesn’t tell, I must. Oh! +the shame of it, the shame of it. To tell it is to live through +it all again. Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are +the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. +. . Oh! [Starts as LORD WINDERMERE enters.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Kisses her.] Margaret - how pale you +look!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I slept very badly.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Sitting on sofa with her.] I am so +sorry. I came in dreadfully late, and didn’t like to wake +you. You are crying, dear.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, I am crying, for I have something to +tell you, Arthur.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. My dear child, you are not well. You’ve +been doing too much. Let us go away to the country. You’ll +be all right at Selby. The season is almost over. There +is no use staying on. Poor darling! We’ll go away +to-day, if you like. [Rises.] We can easily catch the 3.40. +I’ll send a wire to Fannen. [Crosses and sits down at table +to write a telegram.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes; let us go away to-day. No; I can’t +go to-day, Arthur. There is some one I must see before I leave +town - some one who has been kind to me.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Rising and leaning over sofa.] Kind +to you?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Far more than that. [Rises and goes +to him.] I will tell you, Arthur, but only love me, love me as +you used to love me.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Used to? You are not thinking of that +wretched woman who came here last night? [Coming round and sitting +R. of her.] You don’t still imagine - no, you couldn’t.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I don’t. I know now I was wrong +and foolish.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. It was very good of you to receive her last +night - but you are never to see her again.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you say that? [A pause.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Holding her hand.] Margaret, I thought +Mrs. Erlynne was a woman more sinned against than sinning, as the phrase +goes. I thought she wanted to be good, to get back into a place +that she had lost by a moment’s folly, to lead again a decent +life. I believed what she told me - I was mistaken in her. +She is bad - as bad as a woman can be.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, Arthur, don’t talk so bitterly +about any woman. I don’t think now that people can be divided +into the good and the bad as though they were two separate races or +creations. What are called good women may have terrible things +in them, mad moods of recklessness, assertion, jealousy, sin. +Bad women, as they are termed, may have in them sorrow, repentance, +pity, sacrifice. And I don’t think Mrs. Erlynne a bad woman +- I know she’s not.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. My dear child, the woman’s impossible. +No matter what harm she tries to do us, you must never see her again. +She is inadmissible anywhere.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. But I want to see her. I want her to +come here.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Never!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. She came here once as <i>your</i> guest. +She must come now as <i>mine</i>. That is but fair.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. She should never have come here.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] It is too late, Arthur, to +say that now. [Moves away.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Rising.] Margaret, if you knew where +Mrs. Erlynne went last night, after she left this house, you would not +sit in the same room with her. It was absolutely shameless, the +whole thing.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, I can’t bear it any longer. +I must tell you. Last night -</p> +<p>[Enter PARKER with a tray on which lie LADY WINDERMERE’S fan +and a card.]</p> +<p>PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne has called to return your ladyship’s +fan which she took away by mistake last night. Mrs. Erlynne has +written a message on the card.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, ask Mrs. Erlynne to be kind enough to +come up. [Reads card.] Say I shall be very glad to see her. +[Exit PARKER.] She wants to see me, Arthur.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Takes card and looks at it.] Margaret, +I <i>beg</i> you not to. Let me see her first, at any rate. +She’s a very dangerous woman. She is the most dangerous +woman I know. You don’t realise what you’re doing.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. It is right that I should see her.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. My child, you may be on the brink of a great +sorrow. Don’t go to meet it. It is absolutely necessary +that I should see her before you do.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Why should it be necessary?</p> +<p>[Enter PARKER.]</p> +<p>PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>[Enter MRS. ERLYNNE.]</p> +<p>[Exit PARKER.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. How do you do, Lady Windermere? [To LORD +WINDERMERE.] How do you do? Do you know, Lady Windermere, +I am so sorry about your fan. I can’t imagine how I made +such a silly mistake. Most stupid of me. And as I was driving +in your direction, I thought I would take the opportunity of returning +your property in person with many apologies for my carelessness, and +of bidding you good-bye.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Good-bye? [Moves towards sofa with MRS. +ERLYNNE and sits down beside her.] Are you going away, then, Mrs. +Erlynne?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes; I am going to live abroad again. The +English climate doesn’t suit me. My - heart is affected +here, and that I don’t like. I prefer living in the south. +London is too full of fogs and - and serious people, Lord Windermere. +Whether the fogs produce the serious people or whether the serious people +produce the fogs, I don’t know, but the whole thing rather gets +on my nerves, and so I’m leaving this afternoon by the Club Train.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. This afternoon? But I wanted so much +to come and see you.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. How kind of you! But I am afraid I have +to go.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Shall I never see you again, Mrs. Erlynne?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. I am afraid not. Our lives lie too far +apart. But there is a little thing I would like you to do for +me. I want a photograph of you, Lady Windermere - would you give +me one? You don’t know how gratified I should be.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, with pleasure. There is one on that +table. I’ll show it to you. [Goes across to the table.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Coming up to MRS. ERLYNNE and speaking in +a low voice.] It is monstrous your intruding yourself here after +your conduct last night.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [With an amused smile.] My dear Windermere, +manners before morals!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Returning.] I’m afraid it is +very flattering - I am not so pretty as that. [Showing photograph.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. You are much prettier. But haven’t +you got one of yourself with your little boy?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I have. Would you prefer one of those?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I’ll go and get it for you, if you’ll +excuse me for a moment. I have one upstairs.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. So sorry, Lady Windermere, to give you so much +trouble.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Moves to door R.] No trouble at all, +Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Thanks so much.</p> +<p>[Exit LADY WINDERMERE R.] You seem rather out of temper this +morning, Windermere. Why should you be? Margaret and I get +on charmingly together.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I can’t bear to see you with her. +Besides, you have not told me the truth, Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. I have not told <i>her</i> the truth, you mean.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Standing C.] I sometimes wish you had. +I should have been spared then the misery, the anxiety, the annoyance +of the last six months. But rather than my wife should know - +that the mother whom she was taught to consider as dead, the mother +whom she has mourned as dead, is living - a divorced woman, going about +under an assumed name, a bad woman preying upon life, as I know you +now to be - rather than that, I was ready to supply you with money to +pay bill after bill, extravagance after extravagance, to risk what occurred +yesterday, the first quarrel I have ever had with my wife. You +don’t understand what that means to me. How could you? +But I tell you that the only bitter words that ever came from those +sweet lips of hers were on your account, and I hate to see you next +her. You sully the innocence that is in her. [Moves L.C.] +And then I used to think that with all your faults you were frank and +honest. You are not.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Why do you say that?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. You made me get you an invitation to my wife’s +ball.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. For my daughter’s ball - yes.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. You came, and within an hour of your leaving +the house you are found in a man’s rooms - you are disgraced before +every one. [Goes up stage C.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Turning round on her.] Therefore I +have a right to look upon you as what you are - a worthless, vicious +woman. I have the right to tell you never to enter this house, +never to attempt to come near my wife -</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Coldly.] My daughter, you mean.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. You have no right to claim her as your daughter. +You left her, abandoned her when she was but a child in the cradle, +abandoned her for your lover, who abandoned you in turn.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising.] Do you count that to his credit, +Lord Windermere - or to mine?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. To his, now that I know you.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Take care - you had better be careful.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Oh, I am not going to mince words for you. +I know you thoroughly.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Looks steadily at him.] I question that.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I <i>do</i> know you. For twenty years +of your life you lived without your child, without a thought of your +child. One day you read in the papers that she had married a rich +man. You saw your hideous chance. You knew that to spare +her the ignominy of learning that a woman like you was her mother, I +would endure anything. You began your blackmailing,</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Shrugging her shoulders.] Don’t +use ugly words, Windermere. They are vulgar. I saw my chance, +it is true, and took it.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, you took it - and spoiled it all last +night by being found out.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a strange smile.] You are quite right, +I spoiled it all last night.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. And as for your blunder in taking my wife’s +fan from here and then leaving it about in Darlington’s rooms, +it is unpardonable. I can’t bear the sight of it now. +I shall never let my wife use it again. The thing is soiled for +me. You should have kept it and not brought it back.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. I think I shall keep it. [Goes up.] +It’s extremely pretty. [Takes up fan.] I shall ask +Margaret to give it to me.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I hope my wife will give it you.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, I’m sure she will have no objection.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I wish that at the same time she would give +you a miniature she kisses every night before she prays - It’s +the miniature of a young innocent-looking girl with beautiful <i>dark</i> +hair.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Ah, yes, I remember. How long ago that +seems! [Goes to sofa and sits down.] It was done before +I was married. Dark hair and an innocent expression were the fashion +then, Windermere! [A pause.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. What do you mean by coming here this morning? +What is your object? [Crossing L.C. and sitting.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a note of irony in her voice.] To +bid good-bye to my dear daughter, of course. [LORD WINDERMERE +bites his under lip in anger. MRS. ERLYNNE looks at him, and her +voice and manner become serious. In her accents at she talks there +is a note of deep tragedy. For a moment she reveals herself.] +Oh, don’t imagine I am going to have a pathetic scene with her, +weep on her neck and tell her who I am, and all that kind of thing. +I have no ambition to play the part of a mother. Only once in +my life like I known a mother’s feelings. That was last +night. They were terrible - they made me suffer - they made me +suffer too much. For twenty years, as you say, I have lived childless, +- I want to live childless still. [Hiding her feelings with a +trivial laugh.] Besides, my dear Windermere, how on earth could +I pose as a mother with a grown-up daughter? Margaret is twenty-one, +and I have never admitted that I am more than twenty-nine, or thirty +at the most. Twenty-nine when there are pink shades, thirty when +there are not. So you see what difficulties it would involve. +No, as far as I am concerned, let your wife cherish the memory of this +dead, stainless mother. Why should I interfere with her illusions? +I find it hard enough to keep my own. I lost one illusion last +night. I thought I had no heart. I find I have, and a heart +doesn’t suit me, Windermere. Somehow it doesn’t go +with modern dress. It makes one look old. [Takes up hand-mirror +from table and looks into it.] And it spoils one’s career +at critical moments.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. You fill me with horror - with absolute horror.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising.] I suppose, Windermere, you would +like me to retire into a convent, or become a hospital nurse, or something +of that kind, as people do in silly modern novels. That is stupid +of you, Arthur; in real life we don’t do such things - not as +long as we have any good looks left, at any rate. No - what consoles +one nowadays is not repentance, but pleasure. Repentance is quite +out of date. And besides, if a woman really repents, she has to +go to a bad dressmaker, otherwise no one believes in her. And +nothing in the world would induce me to do that. No; I am going +to pass entirely out of your two lives. My coming into them has +been a mistake - I discovered that last night.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. A fatal mistake.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Smiling.] Almost fatal.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I am sorry now I did not tell my wife the +whole thing at once.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. I regret my bad actions. You regret your +good ones - that is the difference between us.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I don’t trust you. I <i>will</i> +tell my wife. It’s better for her to know, and from me. +It will cause her infinite pain - it will humiliate her terribly, but +it’s right that she should know.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. You propose to tell her?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I am going to tell her.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Going up to him.] If you do, I will make +my name so infamous that it will mar every moment of her life. +It will ruin her, and make her wretched. If you dare to tell her, +there is no depth of degradation I will not sink to, no pit of shame +I will not enter. You shall not tell her - I forbid you.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Why?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [After a pause.] If I said to you that +I cared for her, perhaps loved her even - you would sneer at me, wouldn’t +you?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. I should feel it was not true. A mother’s +love means devotion, unselfishness, sacrifice. What could you +know of such things?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. You are right. What could I know of such +things? Don’t let us talk any more about it - as for telling +my daughter who I am, that I do not allow. It is my secret, it +is not yours. If I make up my mind to tell her, and I think I +will, I shall tell her before I leave the house - if not, I shall never +tell her.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Angrily.] Then let me beg of you to +leave our house at once. I will make your excuses to Margaret.</p> +<p>[Enter LADY WINDERMERE R. She goes over to MRS. ERLYNNE with +the photograph in her hand. LORD WINDERMERE moves to back of sofa, +and anxiously watches MRS. ERLYNNE as the scene progresses.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I am so sorry, Mrs. Erlynne, to have kept +you waiting. I couldn’t find the photograph anywhere. +At last I discovered it in my husband’s dressing-room - he had +stolen it.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Takes the photograph from her and looks at it.] +I am not surprised - it is charming. [Goes over to sofa with LADY +WINDERMERE, and sits down beside her. Looks again at the photograph.] +And so that is your little boy! What is he called?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Gerard, after my dear father.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Laying the photograph down.] Really?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. If it had been a girl, I would +have called it after my mother. My mother had the same name as +myself, Margaret.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. My name is Margaret too.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Indeed!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes. [Pause.] You are devoted to +your mother’s memory, Lady Windermere, your husband tells me.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. We all have ideals in life. At least +we all should have. Mine is my mother.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Ideals are dangerous things. Realities +are better. They wound, but they’re better.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Shaking her head.] If I lost my ideals, +I should lose everything.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Everything?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. [Pause.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Did your father often speak to you of your mother?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. No, it gave him too much pain. He told +me how my mother had died a few months after I was born. His eyes +filled with tears as he spoke. Then he begged me never to mention +her name to him again. It made him suffer even to hear it. +My father - my father really died of a broken heart. His was the +most ruined life know,</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising.] I am afraid I must go now, Lady +Windermere.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] Oh no, don’t.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. I think I had better. My carriage must +have come back by this time. I sent it to Lady Jedburgh’s +with a note.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, would you mind seeing if Mrs. Erlynne’s +carriage has come back?</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Pray don’t trouble, Lord Windermere.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, Arthur, do go, please.</p> +<p>[LORD WINDERMERE hesitated for a moment and looks at MRS. ERLYNNE. +She remains quite impassive. He leaves the room.]</p> +<p>[To MRS. ERLYNNE.] Oh! What am I to say to you? +You saved me last night? [Goes towards her.]</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Hush - don’t speak of it.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I must speak of it. I can’t let +you think that I am going to accept this sacrifice. I am not. +It is too great. I am going to tell my husband everything. +It is my duty.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. It is not your duty - at least you have duties +to others besides him. You say you owe me something?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. I owe you everything.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Then pay your debt by silence. That is +the only way in which it can be paid. Don’t spoil the one +good thing I have done in my life by telling it to any one. Promise +me that what passed last night will remain a secret between us. +You must not bring misery into your husband’s life. Why +spoil his love? You must not spoil it. Love is easily killed. +Oh! how easily love is killed. Pledge me your word, Lady Windermere, +that you will never tell him. I insist upon it.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [With bowed head.] It is your will, +not mine.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes, it is my will. And never forget your +child - I like to think of you as a mother. I like you to think +of yourself as one.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Looking up.] I always will now. +Only once in my life I have forgotten my own mother - that was last +night. Oh, if I had remembered her I should not have been so foolish, +so wicked.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a slight shudder.] Hush, last night +is quite over.</p> +<p>[Enter LORD WINDERMERE.]</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Your carriage has not come back yet, Mrs. +Erlynne.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. It makes no matter. I’ll take a hansom. +There is nothing in the world so respectable as a good Shrewsbury and +Talbot. And now, dear Lady Windermere, I am afraid it is really +good-bye. [Moves up C.] Oh, I remember. You’ll +think me absurd, but do you know I’ve taken a great fancy to this +fan that I was silly enough to run away with last night from your ball. +Now, I wonder would you give it to me? Lord Windermere says you +may. I know it is his present.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, certainly, if it will give you any pleasure. +But it has my name on it. It has ‘Margaret’ on it.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. But we have the same Christian name.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, I forgot. Of course, do have it. +What a wonderful chance our names being the same!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. Quite wonderful. Thanks - it will always +remind me of you. [Shakes hands with her.]</p> +<p>[Enter PARKER.]</p> +<p>PARKER. Lord Augustus Lorton. Mrs. Erlynne’s carriage +has come.</p> +<p>[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS.]</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Good morning, dear boy. Good morning, +Lady Windermere. [Sees MRS. ERLYNNE.] Mrs. Erlynne!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. How do you do, Lord Augustus? Are you quite +well this morning?</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [Coldly.] Quite well, thank you, Mrs. +Erlynne.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. You don’t look at all well, Lord Augustus. +You stop up too late - it is so bad for you. You really should +take more care of yourself. Good-bye, Lord Windermere. [Goes towards +door with a bow to LORD AUGUSTUS. Suddenly smiles and looks back +at him.] Lord Augustus! Won’t you see me to my carriage? +You might carry the fan.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. Allow me!</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. No; I want Lord Augustus. I have a special +message for the dear Duchess. Won’t you carry the fan, Lord +Augustus?</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. If you really desire it, Mrs. Erlynne.</p> +<p>MRS. ERLYNNE. [Laughing.] Of course I do. You’ll +carry it so gracefully. You would carry off anything gracefully, +dear Lord Augustus.</p> +<p>[When she reaches the door she looks back for a moment at LADY WINDERMERE. +Their eyes meet. Then she turns, and exit C. followed by LORD +AUGUSTUS.]</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. You will never speak against Mrs. Erlynne +again, Arthur, will you?</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Gravely.] She is better than one thought +her.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. She is better than I am.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Smiling as he strokes her hair.] Child, +you and she belong to different worlds. Into your world evil has +never entered.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t say that, Arthur. There +is the same world for all of us, and good and evil, sin and innocence, +go through it hand in hand. To shut one’s eyes to half of +life that one may live securely is as though one blinded oneself that +one might walk with more safety in a land of pit and precipice.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. [Moves down with her.] Darling, why +do you say that?</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Sits on sofa.] Because I, who had shut +my eyes to life, came to the brink. And one who had separated +us -</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. We were never separated.</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. We never must be again. O Arthur, don’t +love me less, and I will trust you more. I will trust you absolutely. +Let us go to Selby. In the Rose Garden at Selby the roses are +white and red.</p> +<p>[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS C.]</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. Arthur, she has explained everything!</p> +<p>[LADY WINDERMERE looks horribly frightened at this. LORD WINDERMERE +starts. LORD AUGUSTUS takes WINDERMERE by the arm and brings him +to front of stage. He talks rapidly and in a low voice. +LADY WINDERMERE stands watching them in terror.] My dear fellow, +she has explained every demmed thing. We all wronged her immensely. +It was entirely for my sake she went to Darlington’s rooms. +Called first at the Club - fact is, wanted to put me out of suspense +- and being told I had gone on - followed - naturally frightened when +she heard a lot of us coming in - retired to another room - I assure +you, most gratifying to me, the whole thing. We all behaved brutally +to her. She is just the woman for me. Suits me down to the +ground. All the conditions she makes are that we live entirely +out of England. A very good thing too. Demmed clubs, demmed +climate, demmed cooks, demmed everything. Sick of it all!</p> +<p>LADY WINDERMERE. [Frightened.] Has Mrs. Erlynne - ?</p> +<p>LORD AUGUSTUS. [Advancing towards her with a low bow.] +Yes, Lady Windermere - Mrs. Erlynne has done me the honour of +accepting my hand.</p> +<p>LORD WINDERMERE. 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