AN IDEAL HUSBAND

 A PLAY

 BY OSCAR WILDE

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 METHUEN & CO. LTD. 36 ESSEX STREET W. C. LONDON

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 _First Published_, _at 1s. Net_, _in 1912_

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_This book was First Published in 1893_

_First Published_ (_Second Edition_) _by _February_ _1908_ Methuen & Co. __Third Edition_ _October_ _1909__Fourth edition_ _October_ _1910__Fifth Edition_ _May_ _1912_

THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY

THE EARL OF CAVERSHAM, K. G. 

VISCOUNT GORING, his Son

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN, Bart. , Under-Secretary for Foreign Affairs

VICOMTE DE NANJAC, Attaché at the French Embassy in London

MR. MONTFORD

MASON, Butler to Sir Robert Chiltern

PHIPPS, Lord Goring’s Servant

JAMES }

HAROLD } Footmen

LADY CHILTERN

LADY MARKBY

THE COUNTESS OF BASILDON

MRS. MARCHMONT

MISS MABEL CHILTERN, Sir Robert Chiltern’s Sister

MRS. CHEVELEY

THE SCENES OF THE PLAY

ACT I. _The Octagon Room in Sir Robert Chiltern’s House in GrosvenorSquare_. 

ACT II. _Morning-room in Sir Robert Chiltern’s House_. 

ACT III. _The Library of Lord Goring’s House in Curzon Street_. 

ACT IV. _Same as Act II_. 

TIME: _The Present_

PLACE: _London_. 

 _The action of the play is completed within twenty-four hours_. 

THEATRE ROYAL, HAYMARKET

 _Sole Lessee_: _Mr. Herbert Beerbohm Tree_

 _Managers_: _Mr. Lewis Waller and Mr. H. H. Morell_

 _January_ 3_rd_, 1895

THE EARL OF CAVERSHAM _Mr. Alfred Bishop_. VISCOUNT GORING _Mr. Charles H. Hawtrey_. SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _Mr. Lewis Waller_. VICOMTE DE NANJAC _Mr. Cosmo Stuart_. MR. MONTFORD _Mr. Harry Stanford_. PHIPPS _Mr. C. H. Brookfield_. MASON _Mr. H. Deane_. JAMES _Mr. Charles Meyrick_. HAROLD _Mr. Goodhart_. LADY CHILTERN _Miss Julia Neilson_. LADY MARKBY _Miss Fanny Brough_. COUNTESS OF BASILDON _Miss Vane Featherston_. MRS. MARCHMONT _Miss Helen Forsyth_. MISS MABEL CHILTERN _Miss Maud Millet_. MRS. CHEVELEY _Miss Florence West_. 

FIRST ACT

SCENE

_The octagon room at Sir Robert Chiltern’s house in Grosvenor Square_. 

[_The room is brilliantly lighted and full of guests_. _At the top ofthe staircase stands_ LADY CHILTERN, _a woman of grave Greek beauty_, _about twenty-seven years of age_. _She receives the guests as they comeup_. _Over the well of the staircase hangs a great chandelier with waxlights_, _which illumine a large eighteenth-century Frenchtapestry—representing the Triumph of Love_, _from a design byBoucher—that is stretched on the staircase wall_. _On the right is theentrance to the music-room_. _The sound of a string quartette is faintlyheard_. _The entrance on the left leads to other reception-rooms_. MRS. MARCHMONT _and_ LADY BASILDON, _two very pretty women_, _are seatedtogether on a Louis Seize sofa_. _They are types of exquisitefragility_. _Their affectation of manner has a delicate charm_. _Watteau would have loved to paint them_. ]

MRS. MARCHMONT. Going on to the Hartlocks’ to-night, Margaret?

LADY BASILDON. I suppose so. Are you?

MRS. MARCHMONT. Yes. Horribly tedious parties they give, don’t they?

LADY BASILDON. Horribly tedious! Never know why I go. Never know why Igo anywhere. 

MRS. MARCHMONT. I come here to be educated. 

LADY BASILDON. Ah! I hate being educated!

MRS. MARCHMONT. So do I. It puts one almost on a level with thecommercial classes, doesn’t it? But dear Gertrude Chiltern is alwaystelling me that I should have some serious purpose in life. So I comehere to try to find one. 

LADY BASILDON. [_Looking round through her lorgnette_. ] I don’t seeanybody here to-night whom one could possibly call a serious purpose. The man who took me in to dinner talked to me about his wife the wholetime. 

MRS. MARCHMONT. How very trivial of him!

LADY BASILDON. Terribly trivial! What did your man talk about?

MRS. MARCHMONT. About myself. 

LADY BASILDON. [_Languidly_. ] And were you interested?

MRS. MARCHMONT. [_Shaking her head_. ] Not in the smallest degree. 

LADY BASILDON. What martyrs we are, dear Margaret!

MRS. MARCHMONT. [_Rising_. ] And how well it becomes us, Olivia!

[_They rise and go towards the music-room_. _The_ VICOMTE DE NANJAC, _ayoung attaché known for his neckties and his Anglomania_, _approacheswith a low bow_, _and enters into conversation_. ]

MASON. [_Announcing guests from the top of the staircase_. ] Mr. AndLady Jane Barford. Lord Caversham. 

[_Enter_ LORD CAVERSHAM, _an old gentleman of seventy_, _wearing theriband and star of the Garter_. _A fine Whig type_. _Rather like aportrait by Lawrence_. ]

LORD CAVERSHAM. Good evening, Lady Chiltern! Has my good-for-nothingyoung son been here?

LADY CHILTERN. [_Smiling_. ] I don’t think Lord Goring has arrived yet. 

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Coming up to_ LORD CAVERSHAM. ] Why do you call LordGoring good-for-nothing?

[MABEL CHILTERN _is a perfect example of the English type of prettiness_, _the apple-blossom type_. _She has all the fragrance and freedom of aflower_. _There is ripple after ripple of sunlight in her hair_, _andthe little mouth_, _with its parted lips_, _is expectant_, _like themouth of a child_. _She has the fascinating tyranny of youth_, _and theastonishing courage of innocence_. _To sane people she is notreminiscent of any work of art_. _But she is really like a Tanagrastatuette_, _and would be rather annoyed if she were told so_. ]

LORD CAVERSHAM. Because he leads such an idle life. 

MABEL CHILTERN. How can you say such a thing? Why, he rides in the Rowat ten o’clock in the morning, goes to the Opera three times a week, changes his clothes at least five times a day, and dines out every nightof the season. You don’t call that leading an idle life, do you?

LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Looking at her with a kindly twinkle in his eyes_. ]You are a very charming young lady!

MABEL CHILTERN. How sweet of you to say that, Lord Caversham! Do cometo us more often. You know we are always at home on Wednesdays, and youlook so well with your star!

LORD CAVERSHAM. Never go anywhere now. Sick of London Society. Shouldn’t mind being introduced to my own tailor; he always votes on theright side. But object strongly to being sent down to dinner with mywife’s milliner. Never could stand Lady Caversham’s bonnets. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Oh, I love London Society! I think it has immenselyimproved. It is entirely composed now of beautiful idiots and brilliantlunatics. Just what Society should be. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Hum! Which is Goring? Beautiful idiot, or the otherthing?

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Gravely_. ] I have been obliged for the present to putLord Goring into a class quite by himself. But he is developingcharmingly!

LORD CAVERSHAM. Into what?

MABEL CHILTERN. [_With a little curtsey_. ] I hope to let you know verysoon, Lord Caversham!

MASON. [_Announcing guests_. ] Lady Markby. Mrs. Cheveley. 

[_Enter_ LADY MARKBY _and_ MRS. CHEVELEY. LADY MARKBY _is a pleasant_, _kindly_, _popular woman_, _with gray hair à la marquise and good lace_. MRS. CHEVELEY, _who accompanies her_, _is tall and rather slight_. _Lipsvery thin and highly-coloured_, _a line of scarlet on a pallid face_. _Venetian red hair_, _aquiline nose_, _and long throat_. _Rougeaccentuates the natural paleness of her complexion_. _Gray-green eyesthat move restlessly_. _She is in heliotrope_, _with diamonds_. _Shelooks rather like an orchid_, _and makes great demands on one’scuriosity_. _In all her movements she is extremely graceful_. _A workof art_, _on the whole_, _but showing the influence of too manyschools_. ]

LADY MARKBY. Good evening, dear Gertrude! So kind of you to let mebring my friend, Mrs. Cheveley. Two such charming women should know eachother!

LADY CHILTERN. [_Advances towards_ MRS. CHEVELEY _with a sweet smile_. _Then suddenly stops_, _and bows rather distantly_. ] I think Mrs. Cheveley and I have met before. I did not know she had married a secondtime. 

LADY MARKBY. [_Genially_. ] Ah, nowadays people marry as often as theycan, don’t they? It is most fashionable. [_To_ DUCHESS OF MARYBOROUGH. ]Dear Duchess, and how is the Duke? Brain still weak, I suppose? Well, that is only to be expected, is it not? His good father was just thesame. There is nothing like race, is there?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Playing with her fan_. ] But have we really met before, Lady Chiltern? I can’t remember where. I have been out of England forso long. 

LADY CHILTERN. We were at school together, Mrs. Cheveley. 

MRS. CHEVELEY [_Superciliously_. ] Indeed? I have forgotten all about myschooldays. I have a vague impression that they were detestable. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Coldly_. ] I am not surprised!

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_In her sweetest manner_. ] Do you know, I am quitelooking forward to meeting your clever husband, Lady Chiltern. Since hehas been at the Foreign Office, he has been so much talked of in Vienna. They actually succeed in spelling his name right in the newspapers. Thatin itself is fame, on the continent. 

LADY CHILTERN. I hardly think there will be much in common between youand my husband, Mrs. Cheveley! [_Moves away_. ]

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. Ah! chère Madame, queue surprise! I have not seenyou since Berlin!

MRS. CHEVELEY. Not since Berlin, Vicomte. Five years ago!

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. And you are younger and more beautiful than ever. How do you manage it?

MRS. CHEVELEY. By making it a rule only to talk to perfectly charmingpeople like yourself. 

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. Ah! you flatter me. You butter me, as they say here. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Do they say that here? How dreadful of them!

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. Yes, they have a wonderful language. It should bemore widely known. 

[SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _enters_. _A man of forty_, _but looking somewhatyounger_. _Clean-shaven_, _with finely-cut features_, _dark-haired anddark-eyed_. _A personality of mark_. _Not popular—few personalitiesare_. _But intensely admired by the few_, _and deeply respected by themany_. _The note of his manner is that of perfect distinction_, _with aslight touch of pride_. _One feels that he is conscious of the successhe has made in life_. _A nervous temperament_, _with a tired look_. _The firmly-chiselled mouth and chin contrast strikingly with theromantic expression in the deep-set eyes_. _The variance is suggestiveof an almost complete separation of passion and intellect_, _as thoughthought and emotion were each isolated in its own sphere through someviolence of will-power_. _There is nervousness in the nostrils_, _and inthe pale_, _thin_, _pointed hands_. _It would be inaccurate to call himpicturesque_. _Picturesqueness cannot survive the House of Commons_. _But Vandyck would have liked to have painted his head_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Good evening, Lady Markby! I hope you have broughtSir John with you?

LADY MARKBY. Oh! I have brought a much more charming person than SirJohn. Sir John’s temper since he has taken seriously to politics hasbecome quite unbearable. Really, now that the House of Commons is tryingto become useful, it does a great deal of harm. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I hope not, Lady Markby. At any rate we do ourbest to waste the public time, don’t we? But who is this charming personyou have been kind enough to bring to us?

LADY MARKBY. Her name is Mrs. Cheveley! One of the DorsetshireCheveleys, I suppose. But I really don’t know. Families are so mixednowadays. Indeed, as a rule, everybody turns out to be somebody else. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Mrs. Cheveley? I seem to know the name. 

LADY MARKBY. She has just arrived from Vienna. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Ah! yes. I think I know whom you mean. 

LADY MARKBY. Oh! she goes everywhere there, and has such pleasantscandals about all her friends. I really must go to Vienna next winter. I hope there is a good chef at the Embassy. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. If there is not, the Ambassador will certainly haveto be recalled. Pray point out Mrs. Cheveley to me. I should like tosee her. 

LADY MARKBY. Let me introduce you. [_To_ MRS. CHEVELEY. ] My dear, SirRobert Chiltern is dying to know you!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Bowing_. ] Every one is dying to know thebrilliant Mrs. Cheveley. Our attachés at Vienna write to us aboutnothing else. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Thank you, Sir Robert. An acquaintance that begins witha compliment is sure to develop into a real friendship. It starts in theright manner. And I find that I know Lady Chiltern already. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Really?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Yes. She has just reminded me that we were at schooltogether. I remember it perfectly now. She always got the good conductprize. I have a distinct recollection of Lady Chiltern always gettingthe good conduct prize!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Smiling_. ] And what prizes did you get, Mrs. Cheveley?

MRS. CHEVELEY. My prizes came a little later on in life. I don’t thinkany of them were for good conduct. I forget!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I am sure they were for something charming!

MRS. CHEVELEY. I don’t know that women are always rewarded for beingcharming. I think they are usually punished for it! Certainly, morewomen grow old nowadays through the faithfulness of their admirers thanthrough anything else! At least that is the only way I can account forthe terribly haggard look of most of your pretty women in London!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. What an appalling philosophy that sounds! Toattempt to classify you, Mrs. Cheveley, would be an impertinence. Butmay I ask, at heart, are you an optimist or a pessimist? Those seem tobe the only two fashionable religions left to us nowadays. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh, I’m neither. Optimism begins in a broad grin, andPessimism ends with blue spectacles. Besides, they are both of themmerely poses. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. You prefer to be natural?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Sometimes. But it is such a very difficult pose to keepup. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. What would those modern psychological novelists, ofwhom we hear so much, say to such a theory as that?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Ah! the strength of women comes from the fact thatpsychology cannot explain us. Men can be analysed, women . . . Merelyadored. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. You think science cannot grapple with the problemof women?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Science can never grapple with the irrational. That iswhy it has no future before it, in this world. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. And women represent the irrational. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Well-dressed women do. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_With a polite bow_. ] I fear I could hardly agreewith you there. But do sit down. And now tell me, what makes you leaveyour brilliant Vienna for our gloomy London—or perhaps the question isindiscreet?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes are. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Well, at any rate, may I know if it is politics orpleasure?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Politics are my only pleasure. You see nowadays it isnot fashionable to flirt till one is forty, or to be romantic till one isforty-five, so we poor women who are under thirty, or say we are, havenothing open to us but politics or philanthropy. And philanthropy seemsto me to have become simply the refuge of people who wish to annoy theirfellow-creatures. I prefer politics. I think they are more . . . Becoming!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. A political life is a noble career!

MRS. CHEVELEY. Sometimes. And sometimes it is a clever game, SirRobert. And sometimes it is a great nuisance. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Which do you find it?

MRS. CHEVELEY. I? A combination of all three. [_Drops her fan_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Picks up fan_. ] Allow me!

MRS. CHEVELEY. Thanks. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. But you have not told me yet what makes you honourLondon so suddenly. Our season is almost over. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh! I don’t care about the London season! It is toomatrimonial. People are either hunting for husbands, or hiding fromthem. I wanted to meet you. It is quite true. You know what a woman’scuriosity is. Almost as great as a man’s! I wanted immensely to meetyou, and . . . To ask you to do something for me. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I hope it is not a little thing, Mrs. Cheveley. Ifind that little things are so very difficult to do. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_After a moment’s reflection_. ] No, I don’t think it isquite a little thing. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I am so glad. Do tell me what it is. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Later on. [_Rises_. ] And now may I walk through yourbeautiful house? I hear your pictures are charming. Poor BaronArnheim—you remember the Baron?—used to tell me you had some wonderfulCorots. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_With an almost imperceptible start_. ] Did youknow Baron Arnheim well?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Smiling_. ] Intimately. Did you?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. At one time. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Wonderful man, wasn’t he?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_After a pause_. ] He was very remarkable, in manyways. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I often think it such a pity he never wrote his memoirs. They would have been most interesting. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Yes: he knew men and cities well, like the oldGreek. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Without the dreadful disadvantage of having a Penelopewaiting at home for him. 

MASON. Lord Goring. 

[_Enter_ LORD GORING. _Thirty-four_, _but always says he is younger_. _A well-bred_, _expressionless face_. _He is clever_, _but would notlike to be thought so_. _A flawless dandy_, _he would be annoyed if hewere considered romantic_. _He plays with life_, _and is on perfectlygood terms with the world_. _He is fond of being misunderstood_. _Itgives him a post of vantage_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Good evening, my dear Arthur! Mrs. Cheveley, allowme to introduce to you Lord Goring, the idlest man in London. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I have met Lord Goring before. 

LORD GORING. [_Bowing_. ] I did not think you would remember me, Mrs. Cheveley. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. My memory is under admirable control. And are you stilla bachelor?

LORD GORING. I . . . Believe so. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. How very romantic!

LORD GORING. Oh! I am not at all romantic. I am not old enough. Ileave romance to my seniors. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Lord Goring is the result of Boodle’s Club, Mrs. Cheveley. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. He reflects every credit on the institution. 

LORD GORING. May I ask are you staying in London long?

MRS. CHEVELEY. That depends partly on the weather, partly on thecooking, and partly on Sir Robert. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. You are not going to plunge us into a European war, I hope?

MRS. CHEVELEY. There is no danger, at present!

[_She nods to_ LORD GORING, _with a look of amusement in her eyes_, _andgoes out with_ SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. LORD GORING _saunters over to_ MABELCHILTERN. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. You are very late!

LORD GORING. Have you missed me?

MABEL CHILTERN. Awfully!

LORD GORING. Then I am sorry I did not stay away longer. I like beingmissed. 

MABEL CHILTERN. How very selfish of you!

LORD GORING. I am very selfish. 

MABEL CHILTERN. You are always telling me of your bad qualities, LordGoring. 

LORD GORING. I have only told you half of them as yet, Miss Mabel!

MABEL CHILTERN. Are the others very bad?

LORD GORING. Quite dreadful! When I think of them at night I go tosleep at once. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Well, I delight in your bad qualities. I wouldn’t haveyou part with one of them. 

LORD GORING. How very nice of you! But then you are always nice. Bythe way, I want to ask you a question, Miss Mabel. Who brought Mrs. Cheveley here? That woman in heliotrope, who has just gone out of theroom with your brother?

MABEL CHILTERN. Oh, I think Lady Markby brought her. Why do you ask?

LORD GORING. I haven’t seen her for years, that is all. 

MABEL CHILTERN. What an absurd reason!

LORD GORING. All reasons are absurd. 

MABEL CHILTERN. What sort of a woman is she?

LORD GORING. Oh! a genius in the daytime and a beauty at night!

MABEL CHILTERN. I dislike her already. 

LORD GORING. That shows your admirable good taste. 

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. [_Approaching_. ] Ah, the English young lady is thedragon of good taste, is she not? Quite the dragon of good taste. 

LORD GORING. So the newspapers are always telling us. 

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. I read all your English newspapers. I find them soamusing. 

LORD GORING. Then, my dear Nanjac, you must certainly read between thelines. 

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. I should like to, but my professor objects. [_To_MABEL CHILTERN. ] May I have the pleasure of escorting you to themusic-room, Mademoiselle?

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Looking very disappointed_. ] Delighted, Vicomte, quite delighted! [_Turning to_ LORD GORING. ] Aren’t you coming to themusic-room?

LORD GORING. Not if there is any music going on, Miss Mabel. 

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Severely_. ] The music is in German. You would notunderstand it. 

[_Goes out with the_ VICOMTE DE NANJAC. LORD CAVERSHAM _comes up to hisson_. ]

LORD CAVERSHAM. Well, sir! what are you doing here? Wasting your lifeas usual! You should be in bed, sir. You keep too late hours! I heardof you the other night at Lady Rufford’s dancing till four o’clock in themorning!

LORD GORING. Only a quarter to four, father. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Can’t make out how you stand London Society. The thinghas gone to the dogs, a lot of damned nobodies talking about nothing. 

LORD GORING. I love talking about nothing, father. It is the only thingI know anything about. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. You seem to me to be living entirely for pleasure. 

LORD GORING. What else is there to live for, father? Nothing ages likehappiness. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. You are heartless, sir, very heartless!

LORD GORING. I hope not, father. Good evening, Lady Basildon!

LADY BASILDON. [_Arching two pretty eyebrows_. ] Are you here? I had noidea you ever came to political parties!

LORD GORING. I adore political parties. They are the only place left tous where people don’t talk politics. 

LADY BASILDON. I delight in talking politics. I talk them all day long. But I can’t bear listening to them. I don’t know how the unfortunate menin the House stand these long debates. 

LORD GORING. By never listening. 

LADY BASILDON. Really?

LORD GORING. [_In his most serious manner_. ] Of course. You see, it isa very dangerous thing to listen. If one listens one may be convinced;and a man who allows himself to be convinced by an argument is athoroughly unreasonable person. 

LADY BASILDON. Ah! that accounts for so much in men that I have neverunderstood, and so much in women that their husbands never appreciate inthem!

MRS. MARCHMONT. [_With a sigh_. ] Our husbands never appreciate anythingin us. We have to go to others for that!

LADY BASILDON. [_Emphatically_. ] Yes, always to others, have we not?

LORD GORING. [_Smiling_. ] And those are the views of the two ladies whoare known to have the most admirable husbands in London. 

MRS. MARCHMONT. That is exactly what we can’t stand. My Reginald isquite hopelessly faultless. He is really unendurably so, at times!There is not the smallest element of excitement in knowing him. 

LORD GORING. How terrible! Really, the thing should be more widelyknown!

LADY BASILDON. Basildon is quite as bad; he is as domestic as if he wasa bachelor. 

MRS. MARCHMONT. [_Pressing_ LADY BASILDON’S _hand_. ] My poor Olivia!We have married perfect husbands, and we are well punished for it. 

LORD GORING. I should have thought it was the husbands who werepunished. 

MRS. MARCHMONT. [_Drawing herself up_. ] Oh, dear no! They are as happyas possible! And as for trusting us, it is tragic how much they trustus. 

LADY BASILDON. Perfectly tragic!

LORD GORING. Or comic, Lady Basildon?

LADY BASILDON. Certainly not comic, Lord Goring. How unkind of you tosuggest such a thing!

MRS. MARCHMONT. I am afraid Lord Goring is in the camp of the enemy, asusual. I saw him talking to that Mrs. Cheveley when he came in. 

LORD GORING. Handsome woman, Mrs. Cheveley!

LADY BASILDON. [_Stiffly_. ] Please don’t praise other women in ourpresence. You might wait for us to do that!

LORD GORING. I did wait. 

MRS. MARCHMONT. Well, we are not going to praise her. I hear she wentto the Opera on Monday night, and told Tommy Rufford at supper that, asfar as she could see, London Society was entirely made up of dowdies anddandies. 

LORD GORING. She is quite right, too. The men are all dowdies and thewomen are all dandies, aren’t they?

MRS. MARCHMONT. [_After a pause_. ] Oh! do you really think that is whatMrs. Cheveley meant?

LORD GORING. Of course. And a very sensible remark for Mrs. Cheveley tomake, too. 

[_Enter_ MABEL CHILTERN. _She joins the group_. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. Why are you talking about Mrs. Cheveley? Everybody istalking about Mrs. Cheveley! Lord Goring says—what did you say, LordGoring, about Mrs. Cheveley? Oh! I remember, that she was a genius inthe daytime and a beauty at night. 

LADY BASILDON. What a horrid combination! So very unnatural!

MRS. MARCHMONT. [_In her most dreamy manner_. ] I like looking atgeniuses, and listening to beautiful people. 

LORD GORING. Ah! that is morbid of you, Mrs. Marchmont!

MRS. MARCHMONT. [_Brightening to a look of real pleasure_. ] I am soglad to hear you say that. Marchmont and I have been married for sevenyears, and he has never once told me that I was morbid. Men are sopainfully unobservant!

LADY BASILDON. [_Turning to her_. ] I have always said, dear Margaret, that you were the most morbid person in London. 

MRS. MARCHMONT. Ah! but you are always sympathetic, Olivia!

MABEL CHILTERN. Is it morbid to have a desire for food? I have a greatdesire for food. Lord Goring, will you give me some supper?

LORD GORING. With pleasure, Miss Mabel. [_Moves away with her_. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. How horrid you have been! You have never talked to methe whole evening!

LORD GORING. How could I? You went away with the child-diplomatist. 

MABEL CHILTERN. You might have followed us. Pursuit would have beenonly polite. I don’t think I like you at all this evening!

LORD GORING. I like you immensely. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Well, I wish you’d show it in a more marked way! [_Theygo downstairs_. ]

MRS. MARCHMONT. Olivia, I have a curious feeling of absolute faintness. I think I should like some supper very much. I know I should like somesupper. 

LADY BASILDON. I am positively dying for supper, Margaret!

MRS. MARCHMONT. Men are so horribly selfish, they never think of thesethings. 

LADY BASILDON. Men are grossly material, grossly material!

[_The_ VICOMTE DE NANJAC _enters from the music-room with some otherguests_. _After having carefully examined all the people present_, _heapproaches_ LADY BASILDON. ]

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. May I have the honour of taking you down to supper, Comtesse?

LADY BASILDON. [_Coldly_. ] I never take supper, thank you, Vicomte. [_The_ VICOMTE _is about to retire_. LADY BASILDON, _seeing this_, _rises at once and takes his arm_. ] But I will come down with you withpleasure. 

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. I am so fond of eating! I am very English in all mytastes. 

LADY BASILDON. You look quite English, Vicomte, quite English. 

[_They pass out_. MR. MONTFORD, _a perfectly groomed young dandy_, _approaches_ MRS. MARCHMONT. ]

MR. MONTFORD. Like some supper, Mrs. Marchmont?

MRS. MARCHMONT. [_Languidly_. ] Thank you, Mr. Montford, I never touchsupper. [_Rises hastily and takes his arm_. ] But I will sit beside you, and watch you. 

MR. MONTFORD. I don’t know that I like being watched when I am eating!

MRS. MARCHMONT. Then I will watch some one else. 

MR. MONTFORD. I don’t know that I should like that either. 

MRS. MARCHMONT. [_Severely_. ] Pray, Mr. Montford, do not make thesepainful scenes of jealousy in public!

[_They go downstairs with the other guests_, _passing_ SIR ROBERTCHILTERN _and_ MRS. CHEVELEY, _who now enter_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. And are you going to any of our country housesbefore you leave England, Mrs. Cheveley?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh, no! I can’t stand your English house-parties. InEngland people actually try to be brilliant at breakfast. That is sodreadful of them! Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast. And thenthe family skeleton is always reading family prayers. My stay in Englandreally depends on you, Sir Robert. [_Sits down on the sofa_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Taking a seat beside her_. ] Seriously?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Quite seriously. I want to talk to you about a greatpolitical and financial scheme, about this Argentine Canal Company, infact. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. What a tedious, practical subject for you to talkabout, Mrs. Cheveley!

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh, I like tedious, practical subjects. What I don’tlike are tedious, practical people. There is a wide difference. Besides, you are interested, I know, in International Canal schemes. Youwere Lord Radley’s secretary, weren’t you, when the Government bought theSuez Canal shares?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Yes. But the Suez Canal was a very great andsplendid undertaking. It gave us our direct route to India. It hadimperial value. It was necessary that we should have control. ThisArgentine scheme is a commonplace Stock Exchange swindle. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. A speculation, Sir Robert! A brilliant, daringspeculation. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Believe me, Mrs. Cheveley, it is a swindle. Let uscall things by their proper names. It makes matters simpler. We haveall the information about it at the Foreign Office. In fact, I sent outa special Commission to inquire into the matter privately, and theyreport that the works are hardly begun, and as for the money alreadysubscribed, no one seems to know what has become of it. The whole thingis a second Panama, and with not a quarter of the chance of success thatmiserable affair ever had. I hope you have not invested in it. I amsure you are far too clever to have done that. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I have invested very largely in it. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Who could have advised you to do such a foolishthing?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Your old friend—and mine. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Who?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Baron Arnheim. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Frowning_. ] Ah! yes. I remember hearing, at thetime of his death, that he had been mixed up in the whole affair. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. It was his last romance. His last but one, to do himjustice. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Rising_. ] But you have not seen my Corots yet. They are in the music-room. Corots seem to go with music, don’t they?May I show them to you?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Shaking her head_. ] I am not in a mood to-night forsilver twilights, or rose-pink dawns. I want to talk business. [_Motions to him with her fan to sit down again beside her_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I fear I have no advice to give you, Mrs. Cheveley, except to interest yourself in something less dangerous. The success ofthe Canal depends, of course, on the attitude of England, and I am goingto lay the report of the Commissioners before the House to-morrow night. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. That you must not do. In your own interests, Sir Robert, to say nothing of mine, you must not do that. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Looking at her in wonder_. ] In my own interests?My dear Mrs. Cheveley, what do you mean? [_Sits down beside her_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. Sir Robert, I will be quite frank with you. I want youto withdraw the report that you had intended to lay before the House, onthe ground that you have reasons to believe that the Commissioners havebeen prejudiced or misinformed, or something. Then I want you to say afew words to the effect that the Government is going to reconsider thequestion, and that you have reason to believe that the Canal, ifcompleted, will be of great international value. You know the sort ofthings ministers say in cases of this kind. A few ordinary platitudeswill do. In modern life nothing produces such an effect as a goodplatitude. It makes the whole world kin. Will you do that for me?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Mrs. Cheveley, you cannot be serious in making mesuch a proposition!

MRS. CHEVELEY. I am quite serious. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Coldly_. ] Pray allow me to believe that you arenot. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Speaking with great deliberation and emphasis_. ] Ah!but I am. And if you do what I ask you, I . . . Will pay you veryhandsomely!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Pay me!

MRS. CHEVELEY. Yes. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I am afraid I don’t quite understand what you mean. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Leaning back on the sofa and looking at him_. ] Howvery disappointing! And I have come all the way from Vienna in orderthat you should thoroughly understand me. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I fear I don’t. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_In her most nonchalant manner_. ] My dear Sir Robert, you are a man of the world, and you have your price, I suppose. Everybody has nowadays. The drawback is that most people are sodreadfully expensive. I know I am. I hope you will be more reasonablein your terms. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Rises indignantly_. ] If you will allow me, Iwill call your carriage for you. You have lived so long abroad, Mrs. Cheveley, that you seem to be unable to realise that you are talking toan English gentleman. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Detains him by touching his arm with her fan_, _andkeeping it there while she is talking_. ] I realise that I am talking toa man who laid the foundation of his fortune by selling to a StockExchange speculator a Cabinet secret. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Biting his lip_. ] What do you mean?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Rising and facing him_. ] I mean that I know the realorigin of your wealth and your career, and I have got your letter, too. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. What letter?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Contemptuously_. ] The letter you wrote to BaronArnheim, when you were Lord Radley’s secretary, telling the Baron to buySuez Canal shares—a letter written three days before the Governmentannounced its own purchase. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Hoarsely_. ] It is not true. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. You thought that letter had been destroyed. How foolishof you! It is in my possession. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. The affair to which you allude was no more than aspeculation. The House of Commons had not yet passed the bill; it mighthave been rejected. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. It was a swindle, Sir Robert. Let us call things bytheir proper names. It makes everything simpler. And now I am going tosell you that letter, and the price I ask for it is your public supportof the Argentine scheme. You made your own fortune out of one canal. You must help me and my friends to make our fortunes out of another!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. It is infamous, what you propose—infamous!

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh, no! This is the game of life as we all have to playit, Sir Robert, sooner or later!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I cannot do what you ask me. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. You mean you cannot help doing it. You know you arestanding on the edge of a precipice. And it is not for you to maketerms. It is for you to accept them. Supposing you refuse—

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. What then?

MRS. CHEVELEY. My dear Sir Robert, what then? You are ruined, that isall! Remember to what a point your Puritanism in England has broughtyou. In old days nobody pretended to be a bit better than hisneighbours. In fact, to be a bit better than one’s neighbour wasconsidered excessively vulgar and middle-class. Nowadays, with ourmodern mania for morality, every one has to pose as a paragon of purity, incorruptibility, and all the other seven deadly virtues—and what is theresult? You all go over like ninepins—one after the other. Not a yearpasses in England without somebody disappearing. Scandals used to lendcharm, or at least interest, to a man—now they crush him. And yours is avery nasty scandal. You couldn’t survive it. If it were known that as ayoung man, secretary to a great and important minister, you sold aCabinet secret for a large sum of money, and that that was the origin ofyour wealth and career, you would be hounded out of public life, youwould disappear completely. And after all, Sir Robert, why should yousacrifice your entire future rather than deal diplomatically with yourenemy? For the moment I am your enemy. I admit it! And I am muchstronger than you are. The big battalions are on my side. You have asplendid position, but it is your splendid position that makes you sovulnerable. You can’t defend it! And I am in attack. Of course I havenot talked morality to you. You must admit in fairness that I havespared you that. Years ago you did a clever, unscrupulous thing; itturned out a great success. You owe to it your fortune and position. And now you have got to pay for it. Sooner or later we have all to payfor what we do. You have to pay now. Before I leave you to-night, youhave got to promise me to suppress your report, and to speak in the Housein favour of this scheme. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. What you ask is impossible. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. You must make it possible. You are going to make itpossible. Sir Robert, you know what your English newspapers are like. Suppose that when I leave this house I drive down to some newspaperoffice, and give them this scandal and the proofs of it! Think of theirloathsome joy, of the delight they would have in dragging you down, ofthe mud and mire they would plunge you in. Think of the hypocrite withhis greasy smile penning his leading article, and arranging the foulnessof the public placard. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Stop! You want me to withdraw the report and tomake a short speech stating that I believe there are possibilities in thescheme?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Sitting down on the sofa_. ] Those are my terms. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_In a low voice_. ] I will give you any sum ofmoney you want. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Even you are not rich enough, Sir Robert, to buy backyour past. No man is. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I will not do what you ask me. I will not. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. You have to. If you don’t . . . [_Rises from the sofa_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Bewildered and unnerved_. ] Wait a moment! Whatdid you propose? You said that you would give me back my letter, didn’tyou?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Yes. That is agreed. I will be in the Ladies’ Galleryto-morrow night at half-past eleven. If by that time—and you will havehad heaps of opportunity—you have made an announcement to the House inthe terms I wish, I shall hand you back your letter with the prettiestthanks, and the best, or at any rate the most suitable, compliment I canthink of. I intend to play quite fairly with you. One should alwaysplay fairly . . . When one has the winning cards. The Baron taught methat . . . Amongst other things. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. You must let me have time to consider yourproposal. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. No; you must settle now!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Give me a week—three days!

MRS. CHEVELEY. Impossible! I have got to telegraph to Vienna to-night. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. My God! what brought you into my life?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Circumstances. [_Moves towards the door_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Don’t go. I consent. The report shall bewithdrawn. I will arrange for a question to be put to me on the subject. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Thank you. I knew we should come to an amicableagreement. I understood your nature from the first. I analysed you, though you did not adore me. And now you can get my carriage for me, SirRobert. I see the people coming up from supper, and Englishmen alwaysget romantic after a meal, and that bores me dreadfully. [_Exit_ SIRROBERT CHILTERN. ]

[_Enter Guests_, LADY CHILTERN, LADY MARKBY, LORD CAVERSHAM, LADYBASILDON, MRS. MARCHMONT, VICOMTE DE NANJAC, MR. MONTFORD. ]

LADY MARKBY. Well, dear Mrs. Cheveley, I hope you have enjoyed yourself. Sir Robert is very entertaining, is he not?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Most entertaining! I have enjoyed my talk with himimmensely. 

LADY MARKBY. He has had a very interesting and brilliant career. And hehas married a most admirable wife. Lady Chiltern is a woman of the veryhighest principles, I am glad to say. I am a little too old now, myself, to trouble about setting a good example, but I always admire people whodo. And Lady Chiltern has a very ennobling effect on life, though herdinner-parties are rather dull sometimes. But one can’t have everything, can one? And now I must go, dear. Shall I call for you to-morrow?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Thanks. 

LADY MARKBY. We might drive in the Park at five. Everything looks sofresh in the Park now!

MRS. CHEVELEY. Except the people!

LADY MARKBY. Perhaps the people are a little jaded. I have oftenobserved that the Season as it goes on produces a kind of softening ofthe brain. However, I think anything is better than high intellectualpressure. That is the most unbecoming thing there is. It makes thenoses of the young girls so particularly large. And there is nothing sodifficult to marry as a large nose; men don’t like them. Good-night, dear! [_To_ LADY CHILTERN. ] Good-night, Gertrude! [_Goes out on_ LORDCAVERSHAM’S _arm_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. What a charming house you have, Lady Chiltern! I havespent a delightful evening. It has been so interesting getting to knowyour husband. 

LADY CHILTERN. Why did you wish to meet my husband, Mrs. Cheveley?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh, I will tell you. I wanted to interest him in thisArgentine Canal scheme, of which I dare say you have heard. And I foundhim most susceptible, —susceptible to reason, I mean. A rare thing in aman. I converted him in ten minutes. He is going to make a speech inthe House to-morrow night in favour of the idea. We must go to theLadies’ Gallery and hear him! It will be a great occasion!

LADY CHILTERN. There must be some mistake. That scheme could never havemy husband’s support. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh, I assure you it’s all settled. I don’t regret mytedious journey from Vienna now. It has been a great success. But, ofcourse, for the next twenty-four hours the whole thing is a dead secret. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Gently_. ] A secret? Between whom?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_With a flash of amusement in her eyes_. ] Between yourhusband and myself. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Entering_. ] Your carriage is here, Mrs. Cheveley!

MRS. CHEVELEY. Thanks! Good evening, Lady Chiltern! Good-night, LordGoring! I am at Claridge’s. Don’t you think you might leave a card?

LORD GORING. If you wish it, Mrs. Cheveley!

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh, don’t be so solemn about it, or I shall be obliged toleave a card on you. In England I suppose that would hardly beconsidered en règle. Abroad, we are more civilised. Will you see medown, Sir Robert? Now that we have both the same interests at heart weshall be great friends, I hope!

[_Sails out on_ SIR ROBERT CHILTERN’S _arm_. LADY CHILTERN _goes to thetop of the staircase and looks down at them as they descend_. _Herexpression is troubled_. _After a little time she is joined by some ofthe guests_, _and passes with them into another reception-room_. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. What a horrid woman!

LORD GORING. You should go to bed, Miss Mabel. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Lord Goring!

LORD GORING. My father told me to go to bed an hour ago. I don’t seewhy I shouldn’t give you the same advice. I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing to do with it. It is never of any use to oneself. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Lord Goring, you are always ordering me out of the room. I think it most courageous of you. Especially as I am not going to bedfor hours. [_Goes over to the sofa_. ] You can come and sit down if youlike, and talk about anything in the world, except the Royal Academy, Mrs. Cheveley, or novels in Scotch dialect. They are not improvingsubjects. [_Catches sight of something that is lying on the sofa halfhidden by the cushion_. ] What is this? Some one has dropped a diamondbrooch! Quite beautiful, isn’t it? [_Shows it to him_. ] I wish it wasmine, but Gertrude won’t let me wear anything but pearls, and I amthoroughly sick of pearls. They make one look so plain, so good and sointellectual. I wonder whom the brooch belongs to. 

LORD GORING. I wonder who dropped it. 

MABEL CHILTERN. It is a beautiful brooch. 

LORD GORING. It is a handsome bracelet. 

MABEL CHILTERN. It isn’t a bracelet. It’s a brooch. 

LORD GORING. It can be used as a bracelet. [_Takes it from her_, _and_, _pulling out a green letter-case_, _puts the ornament carefully in it_, _and replaces the whole thing in his breast-pocket with the most perfectsang froid_. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. What are you doing?

LORD GORING. Miss Mabel, I am going to make a rather strange request toyou. 

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Eagerly_. ] Oh, pray do! I have been waiting for itall the evening. 

LORD GORING. [_Is a little taken aback_, _but recovers himself_. ] Don’tmention to anybody that I have taken charge of this brooch. Should anyone write and claim it, let me know at once. 

MABEL CHILTERN. That is a strange request. 

LORD GORING. Well, you see I gave this brooch to somebody once, yearsago. 

MABEL CHILTERN. You did?

LORD GORING. Yes. 

[LADY CHILTERN _enters alone_. _The other guests have gone_. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. Then I shall certainly bid you good-night. Good-night, Gertrude! [_Exit_. ]

LADY CHILTERN. Good-night, dear! [_To_ LORD GORING. ] You saw whom LadyMarkby brought here to-night?

LORD GORING. Yes. It was an unpleasant surprise. What did she comehere for?

LADY CHILTERN. Apparently to try and lure Robert to uphold somefraudulent scheme in which she is interested. The Argentine Canal, infact. 

LORD GORING. She has mistaken her man, hasn’t she?

LADY CHILTERN. She is incapable of understanding an upright nature likemy husband’s!

LORD GORING. Yes. I should fancy she came to grief if she tried to getRobert into her toils. It is extraordinary what astounding mistakesclever women make. 

LADY CHILTERN. I don’t call women of that kind clever. I call themstupid!

LORD GORING. Same thing often. Good-night, Lady Chiltern!

LADY CHILTERN. Good-night!

[_Enter_ SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. My dear Arthur, you are not going? Do stop alittle!

LORD GORING. Afraid I can’t, thanks. I have promised to look in at theHartlocks’. I believe they have got a mauve Hungarian band that playsmauve Hungarian music. See you soon. Good-bye!

[_Exit_]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. How beautiful you look to-night, Gertrude!

LADY CHILTERN. Robert, it is not true, is it? You are not going to lendyour support to this Argentine speculation? You couldn’t!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Starting_. ] Who told you I intended to do so?

LADY CHILTERN. That woman who has just gone out, Mrs. Cheveley, as shecalls herself now. She seemed to taunt me with it. Robert, I know thiswoman. You don’t. We were at school together. She was untruthful, dishonest, an evil influence on every one whose trust or friendship shecould win. I hated, I despised her. She stole things, she was a thief. She was sent away for being a thief. Why do you let her influence you?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Gertrude, what you tell me may be true, but ithappened many years ago. It is best forgotten! Mrs. Cheveley may havechanged since then. No one should be entirely judged by their past. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Sadly_. ] One’s past is what one is. It is the onlyway by which people should be judged. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. That is a hard saying, Gertrude!

LADY CHILTERN. It is a true saying, Robert. And what did she mean byboasting that she had got you to lend your support, your name, to a thingI have heard you describe as the most dishonest and fraudulent schemethere has ever been in political life?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Biting his lip_. ] I was mistaken in the view Itook. We all may make mistakes. 

LADY CHILTERN. But you told me yesterday that you had received thereport from the Commission, and that it entirely condemned the wholething. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Walking up and down_. ] I have reasons now tobelieve that the Commission was prejudiced, or, at any rate, misinformed. Besides, Gertrude, public and private life are different things. Theyhave different laws, and move on different lines. 

LADY CHILTERN. They should both represent man at his highest. I see nodifference between them. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Stopping_. ] In the present case, on a matter ofpractical politics, I have changed my mind. That is all. 

LADY CHILTERN. All!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Sternly_. ] Yes!

LADY CHILTERN. Robert! Oh! it is horrible that I should have to ask yousuch a question—Robert, are you telling me the whole truth?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Why do you ask me such a question?

LADY CHILTERN. [_After a pause_. ] Why do you not answer it?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Sitting down_. ] Gertrude, truth is a verycomplex thing, and politics is a very complex business. There are wheelswithin wheels. One may be under certain obligations to people that onemust pay. Sooner or later in political life one has to compromise. Every one does. 

LADY CHILTERN. Compromise? Robert, why do you talk so differentlyto-night from the way I have always heard you talk? Why are you changed?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I am not changed. But circumstances alter things. 

LADY CHILTERN. Circumstances should never alter principles!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. But if I told you—

LADY CHILTERN. What?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. That it was necessary, vitally necessary?

LADY CHILTERN. It can never be necessary to do what is not honourable. Or if it be necessary, then what is it that I have loved! But it is not, Robert; tell me it is not. Why should it be? What gain would you get?Money? We have no need of that! And money that comes from a taintedsource is a degradation. Power? But power is nothing in itself. It ispower to do good that is fine—that, and that only. What is it, then?Robert, tell me why you are going to do this dishonourable thing!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Gertrude, you have no right to use that word. Itold you it was a question of rational compromise. It is no more thanthat. 

LADY CHILTERN. Robert, that is all very well for other men, for men whotreat life simply as a sordid speculation; but not for you, Robert, notfor you. You are different. All your life you have stood apart fromothers. You have never let the world soil you. To the world, as tomyself, you have been an ideal always. Oh! be that ideal still. Thatgreat inheritance throw not away—that tower of ivory do not destroy. Robert, men can love what is beneath them—things unworthy, stained, dishonoured. We women worship when we love; and when we lose ourworship, we lose everything. Oh! don’t kill my love for you, don’t killthat!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Gertrude!

LADY CHILTERN. I know that there are men with horrible secrets in theirlives—men who have done some shameful thing, and who in some criticalmoment have to pay for it, by doing some other act of shame—oh! don’ttell me you are such as they are! Robert, is there in your life anysecret dishonour or disgrace? Tell me, tell me at once, that—

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. That what?

LADY CHILTERN. [_Speaking very slowly_. ] That our lives may driftapart. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Drift apart?

LADY CHILTERN. That they may be entirely separate. It would be betterfor us both. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Gertrude, there is nothing in my past life that youmight not know. 

LADY CHILTERN. I was sure of it, Robert, I was sure of it. But why didyou say those dreadful things, things so unlike your real self? Don’tlet us ever talk about the subject again. You will write, won’t you, toMrs. Cheveley, and tell her that you cannot support this scandalousscheme of hers? If you have given her any promise you must take it back, that is all!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Must I write and tell her that?

LADY CHILTERN. Surely, Robert! What else is there to do?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I might see her personally. It would be better. 

LADY CHILTERN. You must never see her again, Robert. She is not a womanyou should ever speak to. She is not worthy to talk to a man like you. No; you must write to her at once, now, this moment, and let your lettershow her that your decision is quite irrevocable!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Write this moment!

LADY CHILTERN. Yes. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. But it is so late. It is close on twelve. 

LADY CHILTERN. That makes no matter. She must know at once that she hasbeen mistaken in you—and that you are not a man to do anything base orunderhand or dishonourable. Write here, Robert. Write that you declineto support this scheme of hers, as you hold it to be a dishonest scheme. Yes—write the word dishonest. She knows what that word means. [SIRROBERT CHILTERN _sits down and writes a letter_. _His wife takes it upand reads it_. ] Yes; that will do. [_Rings bell_. ] And now theenvelope. [_He writes the envelope slowly_. _Enter_ MASON. ] Have thisletter sent at once to Claridge’s Hotel. There is no answer. [_Exit_MASON. LADY CHILTERN _kneels down beside her husband_, _and puts herarms around him_. ] Robert, love gives one an instinct to things. I feelto-night that I have saved you from something that might have been adanger to you, from something that might have made men honour you lessthan they do. I don’t think you realise sufficiently, Robert, that youhave brought into the political life of our time a nobler atmosphere, afiner attitude towards life, a freer air of purer aims and higherideals—I know it, and for that I love you, Robert. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Oh, love me always, Gertrude, love me always!

LADY CHILTERN. I will love you always, because you will always be worthyof love. We needs must love the highest when we see it! [_Kisses himand rises and goes out_. ]

[SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _walks up and down for a moment_; _then sits downand buries his face in his hands_. _The Servant enters and beginspulling out the lights_. SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _looks up_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Put out the lights, Mason, put out the lights!

[_The Servant puts out the lights_. _The room becomes almost dark_. _The only light there is comes from the great chandelier that hangs overthe staircase and illumines the tapestry of the Triumph of Love_. ]

 ACT DROP

SECOND ACT

SCENE

_Morning-room at Sir Robert Chiltern’s house_. 

[LORD GORING, _dressed in the height of fashion_, _is lounging in anarmchair_. SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _is standing in front of the fireplace_. _He is evidently in a state of great mental excitement and distress_. _As the scene progresses he paces nervously up and down the room_. ]

LORD GORING. My dear Robert, it’s a very awkward business, very awkwardindeed. You should have told your wife the whole thing. Secrets fromother people’s wives are a necessary luxury in modern life. So, atleast, I am always told at the club by people who are bald enough to knowbetter. But no man should have a secret from his own wife. Sheinvariably finds it out. Women have a wonderful instinct about things. They can discover everything except the obvious. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Arthur, I couldn’t tell my wife. When could I havetold her? Not last night. It would have made a life-long separationbetween us, and I would have lost the love of the one woman in the worldI worship, of the only woman who has ever stirred love within me. Lastnight it would have been quite impossible. She would have turned from mein horror . . . In horror and in contempt. 

LORD GORING. Is Lady Chiltern as perfect as all that?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Yes; my wife is as perfect as all that. 

LORD GORING. [_Taking off his left-hand glove_. ] What a pity! I begyour pardon, my dear fellow, I didn’t quite mean that. But if what youtell me is true, I should like to have a serious talk about life withLady Chiltern. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. It would be quite useless. 

LORD GORING. May I try?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Yes; but nothing could make her alter her views. 

LORD GORING. Well, at the worst it would simply be a psychologicalexperiment. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. All such experiments are terribly dangerous. 

LORD GORING. Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn’t so, life wouldn’t be worth living. . . . Well, I am bound to say that I thinkyou should have told her years ago. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. When? When we were engaged? Do you think shewould have married me if she had known that the origin of my fortune issuch as it is, the basis of my career such as it is, and that I had donea thing that I suppose most men would call shameful and dishonourable?

LORD GORING. [_Slowly_. ] Yes; most men would call it ugly names. Thereis no doubt of that. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Bitterly_. ] Men who every day do something ofthe same kind themselves. Men who, each one of them, have worse secretsin their own lives. 

LORD GORING. That is the reason they are so pleased to find out otherpeople’s secrets. It distracts public attention from their own. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. And, after all, whom did I wrong by what I did? Noone. 

LORD GORING. [_Looking at him steadily_. ] Except yourself, Robert. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_After a pause_. ] Of course I had privateinformation about a certain transaction contemplated by the Government ofthe day, and I acted on it. Private information is practically thesource of every large modern fortune. 

LORD GORING. [_Tapping his boot with his cane_. ] And public scandalinvariably the result. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Pacing up and down the room_. ] Arthur, do youthink that what I did nearly eighteen years ago should be brought upagainst me now? Do you think it fair that a man’s whole career should beruined for a fault done in one’s boyhood almost? I was twenty-two at thetime, and I had the double misfortune of being well-born and poor, twounforgiveable things nowadays. Is it fair that the folly, the sin ofone’s youth, if men choose to call it a sin, should wreck a life likemine, should place me in the pillory, should shatter all that I haveworked for, all that I have built up. Is it fair, Arthur?

LORD GORING. Life is never fair, Robert. And perhaps it is a good thingfor most of us that it is not. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Every man of ambition has to fight his century withits own weapons. What this century worships is wealth. The God of thiscentury is wealth. To succeed one must have wealth. At all costs onemust have wealth. 

LORD GORING. You underrate yourself, Robert. Believe me, without wealthyou could have succeeded just as well. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. When I was old, perhaps. When I had lost mypassion for power, or could not use it. When I was tired, worn out, disappointed. I wanted my success when I was young. Youth is the timefor success. I couldn’t wait. 

LORD GORING. Well, you certainly have had your success while you arestill young. No one in our day has had such a brilliant success. Under-Secretary for Foreign Affairs at the age of forty—that’s goodenough for any one, I should think. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. And if it is all taken away from me now? If I loseeverything over a horrible scandal? If I am hounded from public life?

LORD GORING. Robert, how could you have sold yourself for money?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Excitedly_. ] I did not sell myself for money. Ibought success at a great price. That is all. 

LORD GORING. [_Gravely_. ] Yes; you certainly paid a great price for it. But what first made you think of doing such a thing?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Baron Arnheim. 

LORD GORING. Damned scoundrel!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. No; he was a man of a most subtle and refinedintellect. A man of culture, charm, and distinction. One of the mostintellectual men I ever met. 

LORD GORING. Ah! I prefer a gentlemanly fool any day. There is more tobe said for stupidity than people imagine. Personally I have a greatadmiration for stupidity. It is a sort of fellow-feeling, I suppose. But how did he do it? Tell me the whole thing. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Throws himself into an armchair by thewriting-table_. ] One night after dinner at Lord Radley’s the Baron begantalking about success in modern life as something that one could reduceto an absolutely definite science. With that wonderfully fascinatingquiet voice of his he expounded to us the most terrible of allphilosophies, the philosophy of power, preached to us the most marvellousof all gospels, the gospel of gold. I think he saw the effect he hadproduced on me, for some days afterwards he wrote and asked me to comeand see him. He was living then in Park Lane, in the house Lord Woolcombhas now. I remember so well how, with a strange smile on his pale, curved lips, he led me through his wonderful picture gallery, showed mehis tapestries, his enamels, his jewels, his carved ivories, made mewonder at the strange loveliness of the luxury in which he lived; andthen told me that luxury was nothing but a background, a painted scene ina play, and that power, power over other men, power over the world, wasthe one thing worth having, the one supreme pleasure worth knowing, theone joy one never tired of, and that in our century only the richpossessed it. 

LORD GORING. [_With great deliberation_. ] A thoroughly shallow creed. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Rising_. ] I didn’t think so then. I don’t thinkso now. Wealth has given me enormous power. It gave me at the veryoutset of my life freedom, and freedom is everything. You have neverbeen poor, and never known what ambition is. You cannot understand whata wonderful chance the Baron gave me. Such a chance as few men get. 

LORD GORING. Fortunately for them, if one is to judge by results. Buttell me definitely, how did the Baron finally persuade you to—well, to dowhat you did?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. When I was going away he said to me that if I evercould give him any private information of real value he would make me avery rich man. I was dazed at the prospect he held out to me, and myambition and my desire for power were at that time boundless. Six weekslater certain private documents passed through my hands. 

LORD GORING. [_Keeping his eyes steadily fixed on the carpet_. ] Statedocuments?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Yes. [LORD GORING _sighs_, _then passes his handacross his forehead and looks up_. ]

LORD GORING. I had no idea that you, of all men in the world, could havebeen so weak, Robert, as to yield to such a temptation as Baron Arnheimheld out to you. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Weak? Oh, I am sick of hearing that phrase. Sickof using it about others. Weak? Do you really think, Arthur, that it isweakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terribletemptations that it requires strength, strength and courage, to yield to. To stake all one’s life on a single moment, to risk everything on onethrow, whether the stake be power or pleasure, I care not—there is noweakness in that. There is a horrible, a terrible courage. I had thatcourage. I sat down the same afternoon and wrote Baron Arnheim theletter this woman now holds. He made three-quarters of a million overthe transaction. 

LORD GORING. And you?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I received from the Baron £110, 000. 

LORD GORING. You were worth more, Robert. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. No; that money gave me exactly what I wanted, powerover others. I went into the House immediately. The Baron advised me infinance from time to time. Before five years I had almost trebled myfortune. Since then everything that I have touched has turned out asuccess. In all things connected with money I have had a luck soextraordinary that sometimes it has made me almost afraid. I rememberhaving read somewhere, in some strange book, that when the gods wish topunish us they answer our prayers. 

LORD GORING. But tell me, Robert, did you never suffer any regret forwhat you had done?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. No. I felt that I had fought the century with itsown weapons, and won. 

LORD GORING. [_Sadly_. ] You thought you had won. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I thought so. [_After a long pause_. ] Arthur, doyou despise me for what I have told you?

LORD GORING. [_With deep feeling in his voice_. ] I am very sorry foryou, Robert, very sorry indeed. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I don’t say that I suffered any remorse. I didn’t. Not remorse in the ordinary, rather silly sense of the word. But I havepaid conscience money many times. I had a wild hope that I might disarmdestiny. The sum Baron Arnheim gave me I have distributed twice over inpublic charities since then. 

LORD GORING. [_Looking up_. ] In public charities? Dear me! what a lotof harm you must have done, Robert!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Oh, don’t say that, Arthur; don’t talk like that!

LORD GORING. Never mind what I say, Robert! I am always saying what Ishouldn’t say. In fact, I usually say what I really think. A greatmistake nowadays. It makes one so liable to be misunderstood. Asregards this dreadful business, I will help you in whatever way I can. Of course you know that. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Thank you, Arthur, thank you. But what is to bedone? What can be done?

LORD GORING. [_Leaning back with his hands in his pockets_. ] Well, theEnglish can’t stand a man who is always saying he is in the right, butthey are very fond of a man who admits that he has been in the wrong. Itis one of the best things in them. However, in your case, Robert, aconfession would not do. The money, if you will allow me to say so, is. . . Awkward. Besides, if you did make a clean breast of the wholeaffair, you would never be able to talk morality again. And in England aman who can’t talk morality twice a week to a large, popular, immoralaudience is quite over as a serious politician. There would be nothingleft for him as a profession except Botany or the Church. A confessionwould be of no use. It would ruin you. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. It would ruin me. Arthur, the only thing for me todo now is to fight the thing out. 

LORD GORING. [_Rising from his chair_. ] I was waiting for you to saythat, Robert. It is the only thing to do now. And you must begin bytelling your wife the whole story. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. That I will not do. 

LORD GORING. Robert, believe me, you are wrong. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I couldn’t do it. It would kill her love for me. And now about this woman, this Mrs. Cheveley. How can I defend myselfagainst her? You knew her before, Arthur, apparently. 

LORD GORING. Yes. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Did you know her well?

LORD GORING. [_Arranging his necktie_. ] So little that I got engaged tobe married to her once, when I was staying at the Tenbys’. The affairlasted for three days . . . Nearly. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Why was it broken off?

LORD GORING. [_Airily_. ] Oh, I forget. At least, it makes no matter. By the way, have you tried her with money? She used to be confoundedlyfond of money. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I offered her any sum she wanted. She refused. 

LORD GORING. Then the marvellous gospel of gold breaks down sometimes. The rich can’t do everything, after all. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Not everything. I suppose you are right. Arthur, I feel that public disgrace is in store for me. I feel certain of it. Inever knew what terror was before. I know it now. It is as if a hand ofice were laid upon one’s heart. It is as if one’s heart were beatingitself to death in some empty hollow. 

LORD GORING. [_Striking the table_. ] Robert, you must fight her. Youmust fight her. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. But how?

LORD GORING. I can’t tell you how at present. I have not the smallestidea. But every one has some weak point. There is some flaw in each oneof us. [_Strolls to the fireplace and looks at himself in the glass_. ]My father tells me that even I have faults. Perhaps I have. I don’tknow. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. In defending myself against Mrs. Cheveley, I have aright to use any weapon I can find, have I not?

LORD GORING. [_Still looking in the glass_. ] In your place I don’tthink I should have the smallest scruple in doing so. She is thoroughlywell able to take care of herself. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Sits down at the table and takes a pen in hishand_. ] Well, I shall send a cipher telegram to the Embassy at Vienna, to inquire if there is anything known against her. There may be somesecret scandal she might be afraid of. 

LORD GORING. [_Settling his buttonhole_. ] Oh, I should fancy Mrs. Cheveley is one of those very modern women of our time who find a newscandal as becoming as a new bonnet, and air them both in the Park everyafternoon at five-thirty. I am sure she adores scandals, and that thesorrow of her life at present is that she can’t manage to have enough ofthem. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Writing_. ] Why do you say that?

LORD GORING. [_Turning round_. ] Well, she wore far too much rouge lastnight, and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair ina woman. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Striking a bell_. ] But it is worth while mywiring to Vienna, is it not?

LORD GORING. It is always worth while asking a question, though it isnot always worth while answering one. 

[_Enter_ MASON. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Is Mr. Trafford in his room?

MASON. Yes, Sir Robert. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Puts what he has written into an envelope_, _which he then carefully closes_. ] Tell him to have this sent off incipher at once. There must not be a moment’s delay. 

MASON. Yes, Sir Robert. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Oh! just give that back to me again. 

[_Writes something on the envelope_. MASON _then goes out with theletter_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. She must have had some curious hold over BaronArnheim. I wonder what it was. 

LORD GORING. [_Smiling_. ] I wonder. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I will fight her to the death, as long as my wifeknows nothing. 

LORD GORING. [_Strongly_. ] Oh, fight in any case—in any case. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_With a gesture of despair_. ] If my wife foundout, there would be little left to fight for. Well, as soon as I hearfrom Vienna, I shall let you know the result. It is a chance, just achance, but I believe in it. And as I fought the age with its ownweapons, I will fight her with her weapons. It is only fair, and shelooks like a woman with a past, doesn’t she?

LORD GORING. Most pretty women do. But there is a fashion in pasts justas there is a fashion in frocks. Perhaps Mrs. Cheveley’s past is merelya slightly décolleté one, and they are excessively popular nowadays. Besides, my dear Robert, I should not build too high hopes on frighteningMrs. Cheveley. I should not fancy Mrs. Cheveley is a woman who would beeasily frightened. She has survived all her creditors, and she showswonderful presence of mind. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Oh! I live on hopes now. I clutch at every chance. I feel like a man on a ship that is sinking. The water is round my feet, and the very air is bitter with storm. Hush! I hear my wife’s voice. 

[_Enter_ LADY CHILTERN _in walking dress_. ]

LADY CHILTERN. Good afternoon, Lord Goring!

LORD GORING. Good afternoon, Lady Chiltern! Have you been in the Park?

LADY CHILTERN. No; I have just come from the Woman’s LiberalAssociation, where, by the way, Robert, your name was received with loudapplause, and now I have come in to have my tea. [_To_ LORD GORING. ]You will wait and have some tea, won’t you?

LORD GORING. I’ll wait for a short time, thanks. 

LADY CHILTERN. I will be back in a moment. I am only going to take myhat off. 

LORD GORING. [_In his most earnest manner_. ] Oh! please don’t. It isso pretty. One of the prettiest hats I ever saw. I hope the Woman’sLiberal Association received it with loud applause. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_With a smile_. ] We have much more important work to dothan look at each other’s bonnets, Lord Goring. 

LORD GORING. Really? What sort of work?

LADY CHILTERN. Oh! dull, useful, delightful things, Factory Acts, FemaleInspectors, the Eight Hours’ Bill, the Parliamentary Franchise. . . . Everything, in fact, that you would find thoroughly uninteresting. 

LORD GORING. And never bonnets?

LADY CHILTERN. [_With mock indignation_. ] Never bonnets, never!

[LADY CHILTERN _goes out through the door leading to her boudoir_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Takes_ LORD GORING’S _hand_. ] You have been agood friend to me, Arthur, a thoroughly good friend. 

LORD GORING. I don’t know that I have been able to do much for you, Robert, as yet. In fact, I have not been able to do anything for you, asfar as I can see. I am thoroughly disappointed with myself. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. You have enabled me to tell you the truth. That issomething. The truth has always stifled me. 

LORD GORING. Ah! the truth is a thing I get rid of as soon as possible!Bad habit, by the way. Makes one very unpopular at the club . . . Withthe older members. They call it being conceited. Perhaps it is. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I would to God that I had been able to tell thetruth . . . To live the truth. Ah! that is the great thing in life, tolive the truth. [_Sighs_, _and goes towards the door_. ] I’ll see yousoon again, Arthur, shan’t I?

LORD GORING. Certainly. Whenever you like. I’m going to look in at theBachelors’ Ball to-night, unless I find something better to do. But I’llcome round to-morrow morning. If you should want me to-night by anychance, send round a note to Curzon Street. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Thank you. 

[_As he reaches the door_, LADY CHILTERN _enters from her boudoir_. ]

LADY CHILTERN. You are not going, Robert?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I have some letters to write, dear. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Going to him_. ] You work too hard, Robert. You seemnever to think of yourself, and you are looking so tired. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. It is nothing, dear, nothing. 

[_He kisses her and goes out_. ]

LADY CHILTERN. [_To_ LORD GORING. ] Do sit down. I am so glad you havecalled. I want to talk to you about . . . Well, not about bonnets, orthe Woman’s Liberal Association. You take far too much interest in thefirst subject, and not nearly enough in the second. 

LORD GORING. You want to talk to me about Mrs. Cheveley?

LADY CHILTERN. Yes. You have guessed it. After you left last night Ifound out that what she had said was really true. Of course I madeRobert write her a letter at once, withdrawing his promise. 

LORD GORING. So he gave me to understand. 

LADY CHILTERN. To have kept it would have been the first stain on acareer that has been stainless always. Robert must be above reproach. He is not like other men. He cannot afford to do what other men do. [_She looks at_ LORD GORING, _who remains silent_. ] Don’t you agree withme? You are Robert’s greatest friend. You are our greatest friend, LordGoring. No one, except myself, knows Robert better than you do. He hasno secrets from me, and I don’t think he has any from you. 

LORD GORING. He certainly has no secrets from me. At least I don’tthink so. 

LADY CHILTERN. Then am I not right in my estimate of him? I know I amright. But speak to me frankly. 

LORD GORING. [_Looking straight at her_. ] Quite frankly?

LADY CHILTERN. Surely. You have nothing to conceal, have you?

LORD GORING. Nothing. But, my dear Lady Chiltern, I think, if you willallow me to say so, that in practical life—

LADY CHILTERN. [_Smiling_. ] Of which you know so little, Lord Goring—

LORD GORING. Of which I know nothing by experience, though I knowsomething by observation. I think that in practical life there issomething about success, actual success, that is a little unscrupulous, something about ambition that is unscrupulous always. Once a man has sethis heart and soul on getting to a certain point, if he has to climb thecrag, he climbs the crag; if he has to walk in the mire—

LADY CHILTERN. Well?

LORD GORING. He walks in the mire. Of course I am only talkinggenerally about life. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Gravely_. ] I hope so. Why do you look at me sostrangely, Lord Goring?

LORD GORING. Lady Chiltern, I have sometimes thought that . . . Perhapsyou are a little hard in some of your views on life. I think that . . . Often you don’t make sufficient allowances. In every nature there areelements of weakness, or worse than weakness. Supposing, for instance, that—that any public man, my father, or Lord Merton, or Robert, say, had, years ago, written some foolish letter to some one . . . 

LADY CHILTERN. What do you mean by a foolish letter?

LORD GORING. A letter gravely compromising one’s position. I am onlyputting an imaginary case. 

LADY CHILTERN. Robert is as incapable of doing a foolish thing as he isof doing a wrong thing. 

LORD GORING. [_After a long pause_. ] Nobody is incapable of doing afoolish thing. Nobody is incapable of doing a wrong thing. 

LADY CHILTERN. Are you a Pessimist? What will the other dandies say?They will all have to go into mourning. 

LORD GORING. [_Rising_. ] No, Lady Chiltern, I am not a Pessimist. Indeed I am not sure that I quite know what Pessimism really means. AllI do know is that life cannot be understood without much charity, cannotbe lived without much charity. It is love, and not German philosophy, that is the true explanation of this world, whatever may be theexplanation of the next. And if you are ever in trouble, Lady Chiltern, trust me absolutely, and I will help you in every way I can. If you everwant me, come to me for my assistance, and you shall have it. Come atonce to me. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Looking at him in surprise_. ] Lord Goring, you aretalking quite seriously. I don’t think I ever heard you talk seriouslybefore. 

LORD GORING. [_Laughing_. ] You must excuse me, Lady Chiltern. It won’toccur again, if I can help it. 

LADY CHILTERN. But I like you to be serious. 

[_Enter_ MABEL CHILTERN, _in the most ravishing frock_. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. Dear Gertrude, don’t say such a dreadful thing to LordGoring. Seriousness would be very unbecoming to him. Good afternoonLord Goring! Pray be as trivial as you can. 

LORD GORING. I should like to, Miss Mabel, but I am afraid I am . . . Alittle out of practice this morning; and besides, I have to be going now. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Just when I have come in! What dreadful manners youhave! I am sure you were very badly brought up. 

LORD GORING. I was. 

MABEL CHILTERN. I wish I had brought you up!

LORD GORING. I am so sorry you didn’t. 

MABEL CHILTERN. It is too late now, I suppose?

LORD GORING. [_Smiling_. ] I am not so sure. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Will you ride to-morrow morning?

LORD GORING. Yes, at ten. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Don’t forget. 

LORD GORING. Of course I shan’t. By the way, Lady Chiltern, there is nolist of your guests in _The Morning Post_ of to-day. It has apparentlybeen crowded out by the County Council, or the Lambeth Conference, orsomething equally boring. Could you let me have a list? I have aparticular reason for asking you. 

LADY CHILTERN. I am sure Mr. Trafford will be able to give you one. 

LORD GORING. Thanks, so much. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Tommy is the most useful person in London. 

LORD GORING [_Turning to her_. ] And who is the most ornamental?

MABEL CHILTERN [_Triumphantly_. ] I am. 

LORD GORING. How clever of you to guess it! [_Takes up his hat andcane_. ] Good-bye, Lady Chiltern! You will remember what I said to you, won’t you?

LADY CHILTERN. Yes; but I don’t know why you said it to me. 

LORD GORING. I hardly know myself. Good-bye, Miss Mabel!

MABEL CHILTERN [_With a little moue of disappointment_. ] I wish you werenot going. I have had four wonderful adventures this morning; four and ahalf, in fact. You might stop and listen to some of them. 

LORD GORING. How very selfish of you to have four and a half! Therewon’t be any left for me. 

MABEL CHILTERN. I don’t want you to have any. They would not be goodfor you. 

LORD GORING. That is the first unkind thing you have ever said to me. How charmingly you said it! Ten to-morrow. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Sharp. 

LORD GORING. Quite sharp. But don’t bring Mr. Trafford. 

MABEL CHILTERN. [_With a little toss of the head_. ] Of course I shan’tbring Tommy Trafford. Tommy Trafford is in great disgrace. 

LORD GORING. I am delighted to hear it. [_Bows and goes out_. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. Gertrude, I wish you would speak to Tommy Trafford. 

LADY CHILTERN. What has poor Mr. Trafford done this time? Robert sayshe is the best secretary he has ever had. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Well, Tommy has proposed to me again. Tommy really doesnothing but propose to me. He proposed to me last night in themusic-room, when I was quite unprotected, as there was an elaborate triogoing on. I didn’t dare to make the smallest repartee, I need hardlytell you. If I had, it would have stopped the music at once. Musicalpeople are so absurdly unreasonable. They always want one to beperfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be absolutelydeaf. Then he proposed to me in broad daylight this morning, in front ofthat dreadful statue of Achilles. Really, the things that go on in frontof that work of art are quite appalling. The police should interfere. At luncheon I saw by the glare in his eye that he was going to proposeagain, and I just managed to check him in time by assuring him that I wasa bimetallist. Fortunately I don’t know what bimetallism means. And Idon’t believe anybody else does either. But the observation crushedTommy for ten minutes. He looked quite shocked. And then Tommy is soannoying in the way he proposes. If he proposed at the top of his voice, I should not mind so much. That might produce some effect on the public. But he does it in a horrid confidential way. When Tommy wants to beromantic he talks to one just like a doctor. I am very fond of Tommy, but his methods of proposing are quite out of date. I wish, Gertrude, you would speak to him, and tell him that once a week is quite oftenenough to propose to any one, and that it should always be done in amanner that attracts some attention. 

LADY CHILTERN. Dear Mabel, don’t talk like that. Besides, Robert thinksvery highly of Mr. Trafford. He believes he has a brilliant futurebefore him. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Oh! I wouldn’t marry a man with a future before him foranything under the sun. 

LADY CHILTERN. Mabel!

MABEL CHILTERN. I know, dear. You married a man with a future, didn’tyou? But then Robert was a genius, and you have a noble, self-sacrificing character. You can stand geniuses. I have no characterat all, and Robert is the only genius I could ever bear. As a rule, Ithink they are quite impossible. Geniuses talk so much, don’t they?Such a bad habit! And they are always thinking about themselves, when Iwant them to be thinking about me. I must go round now and rehearse atLady Basildon’s. You remember, we are having tableaux, don’t you? TheTriumph of something, I don’t know what! I hope it will be triumph ofme. Only triumph I am really interested in at present. [_Kisses_ LADYCHILTERN _and goes out_; _then comes running back_. ] Oh, Gertrude, doyou know who is coming to see you? That dreadful Mrs. Cheveley, in amost lovely gown. Did you ask her?

LADY CHILTERN. [_Rising_. ] Mrs. Cheveley! Coming to see me?Impossible!

MABEL CHILTERN. I assure you she is coming upstairs, as large as lifeand not nearly so natural. 

LADY CHILTERN. You need not wait, Mabel. Remember, Lady Basildon isexpecting you. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Oh! I must shake hands with Lady Markby. She isdelightful. I love being scolded by her. 

[_Enter_ MASON. ]

MASON. Lady Markby. Mrs. Cheveley. 

[_Enter_ LADY MARKBY _and_ MRS. CHEVELEY. ]

LADY CHILTERN. [_Advancing to meet them_. ] Dear Lady Markby, how niceof you to come and see me! [_Shakes hands with her_, _and bows somewhatdistantly to_ MRS. CHEVELEY. ] Won’t you sit down, Mrs. Cheveley?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Thanks. Isn’t that Miss Chiltern? I should like so muchto know her. 

LADY CHILTERN. Mabel, Mrs. Cheveley wishes to know you. 

[MABEL CHILTERN _gives a little nod_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY [_Sitting down_. ] I thought your frock so charming lastnight, Miss Chiltern. So simple and . . . Suitable. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Really? I must tell my dressmaker. It will be such asurprise to her. Good-bye, Lady Markby!

LADY MARKBY. Going already?

MABEL CHILTERN. I am so sorry but I am obliged to. I am just off torehearsal. I have got to stand on my head in some tableaux. 

LADY MARKBY. On your head, child? Oh! I hope not. I believe it is mostunhealthy. [_Takes a seat on the sofa next_ LADY CHILTERN. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. But it is for an excellent charity: in aid of theUndeserving, the only people I am really interested in. I am thesecretary, and Tommy Trafford is treasurer. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. And what is Lord Goring?

MABEL CHILTERN. Oh! Lord Goring is president. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. The post should suit him admirably, unless he hasdeteriorated since I knew him first. 

LADY MARKBY. [_Reflecting_. ] You are remarkably modern, Mabel. Alittle too modern, perhaps. Nothing is so dangerous as being too modern. One is apt to grow old-fashioned quite suddenly. I have known manyinstances of it. 

MABEL CHILTERN. What a dreadful prospect!

LADY MARKBY. Ah! my dear, you need not be nervous. You will always beas pretty as possible. That is the best fashion there is, and the onlyfashion that England succeeds in setting. 

MABEL CHILTERN. [_With a curtsey_. ] Thank you so much, Lady Markby, forEngland . . . And myself. [_Goes out_. ]

LADY MARKBY. [_Turning to_ LADY CHILTERN. ] Dear Gertrude, we justcalled to know if Mrs. Cheveley’s diamond brooch has been found. 

LADY CHILTERN. Here?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Yes. I missed it when I got back to Claridge’s, and Ithought I might possibly have dropped it here. 

LADY CHILTERN. I have heard nothing about it. But I will send for thebutler and ask. [_Touches the bell_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh, pray don’t trouble, Lady Chiltern. I dare say I lostit at the Opera, before we came on here. 

LADY MARKBY. Ah yes, I suppose it must have been at the Opera. The factis, we all scramble and jostle so much nowadays that I wonder we haveanything at all left on us at the end of an evening. I know myself that, when I am coming back from the Drawing Room, I always feel as if I hadn’ta shred on me, except a small shred of decent reputation, just enough toprevent the lower classes making painful observations through the windowsof the carriage. The fact is that our Society is terriblyover-populated. Really, some one should arrange a proper scheme ofassisted emigration. It would do a great deal of good. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I quite agree with you, Lady Markby. It is nearly sixyears since I have been in London for the Season, and I must say Societyhas become dreadfully mixed. One sees the oddest people everywhere. 

LADY MARKBY. That is quite true, dear. But one needn’t know them. I’msure I don’t know half the people who come to my house. Indeed, from allI hear, I shouldn’t like to. 

[_Enter_ MASON. ]

LADY CHILTERN. What sort of a brooch was it that you lost, Mrs. Cheveley?

MRS. CHEVELEY. A diamond snake-brooch with a ruby, a rather large ruby. 

LADY MARKBY. I thought you said there was a sapphire on the head, dear?

MRS. CHEVELEY [_Smiling_. ] No, lady Markby—a ruby. 

LADY MARKBY. [_Nodding her head_. ] And very becoming, I am quite sure. 

LADY CHILTERN. Has a ruby and diamond brooch been found in any of therooms this morning, Mason?

MASON. No, my lady. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. It really is of no consequence, Lady Chiltern. I am sosorry to have put you to any inconvenience. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Coldly_. ] Oh, it has been no inconvenience. That willdo, Mason. You can bring tea. 

[_Exit_ MASON. ]

LADY MARKBY. Well, I must say it is most annoying to lose anything. Iremember once at Bath, years ago, losing in the Pump Room an exceedinglyhandsome cameo bracelet that Sir John had given me. I don’t think he hasever given me anything since, I am sorry to say. He has sadlydegenerated. Really, this horrid House of Commons quite ruins ourhusbands for us. I think the Lower House by far the greatest blow to ahappy married life that there has been since that terrible thing calledthe Higher Education of Women was invented. 

LADY CHILTERN. Ah! it is heresy to say that in this house, Lady Markby. Robert is a great champion of the Higher Education of Women, and so, I amafraid, am I. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. The higher education of men is what I should like to see. Men need it so sadly. 

LADY MARKBY. They do, dear. But I am afraid such a scheme would bequite unpractical. I don’t think man has much capacity for development. He has got as far as he can, and that is not far, is it? With regard towomen, well, dear Gertrude, you belong to the younger generation, and Iam sure it is all right if you approve of it. In my time, of course, wewere taught not to understand anything. That was the old system, andwonderfully interesting it was. I assure you that the amount of things Iand my poor dear sister were taught not to understand was quiteextraordinary. But modern women understand everything, I am told. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Except their husbands. That is the one thing the modernwoman never understands. 

LADY MARKBY. And a very good thing too, dear, I dare say. It mightbreak up many a happy home if they did. Not yours, I need hardly say, Gertrude. You have married a pattern husband. I wish I could say asmuch for myself. But since Sir John has taken to attending the debatesregularly, which he never used to do in the good old days, his languagehas become quite impossible. He always seems to think that he isaddressing the House, and consequently whenever he discusses the state ofthe agricultural labourer, or the Welsh Church, or something quiteimproper of that kind, I am obliged to send all the servants out of theroom. It is not pleasant to see one’s own butler, who has been with onefor twenty-three years, actually blushing at the side-board, and thefootmen making contortions in corners like persons in circuses. I assureyou my life will be quite ruined unless they send John at once to theUpper House. He won’t take any interest in politics then, will he? TheHouse of Lords is so sensible. An assembly of gentlemen. But in hispresent state, Sir John is really a great trial. Why, this morningbefore breakfast was half over, he stood up on the hearthrug, put hishands in his pockets, and appealed to the country at the top of hisvoice. I left the table as soon as I had my second cup of tea, I needhardly say. But his violent language could be heard all over the house!I trust, Gertrude, that Sir Robert is not like that?

LADY CHILTERN. But I am very much interested in politics, Lady Markby. I love to hear Robert talk about them. 

LADY MARKBY. Well, I hope he is not as devoted to Blue Books as Sir Johnis. I don’t think they can be quite improving reading for any one. 

MRS. CHEVELEY [_Languidly_. ] I have never read a Blue Book. I preferbooks . . . In yellow covers. 

LADY MARKBY. [_Genially unconscious_. ] Yellow is a gayer colour, is itnot? I used to wear yellow a good deal in my early days, and would do sonow if Sir John was not so painfully personal in his observations, and aman on the question of dress is always ridiculous, is he not?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh, no! I think men are the only authorities on dress. 

LADY MARKBY. Really? One wouldn’t say so from the sort of hats theywear? would one?

[_The butler enters_, _followed by the footman_. _Tea is set on a smalltable close to_ LADY CHILTERN. ]

LADY CHILTERN. May I give you some tea, Mrs. Cheveley?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Thanks. [_The butler hands_ MRS. CHEVELEY _a cup of teaon a salver_. ]

LADY CHILTERN. Some tea, Lady Markby?

LADY MARKBY. No thanks, dear. [_The servants go out_. ] The fact is, Ihave promised to go round for ten minutes to see poor Lady Brancaster, who is in very great trouble. Her daughter, quite a well-brought-upgirl, too, has actually become engaged to be married to a curate inShropshire. It is very sad, very sad indeed. I can’t understand thismodern mania for curates. In my time we girls saw them, of course, running about the place like rabbits. But we never took any notice ofthem, I need hardly say. But I am told that nowadays country society isquite honeycombed with them. I think it most irreligious. And then theeldest son has quarrelled with his father, and it is said that when theymeet at the club Lord Brancaster always hides himself behind the moneyarticle in _The Times_. However, I believe that is quite a commonoccurrence nowadays and that they have to take in extra copies of _TheTimes_ at all the clubs in St. James’s Street; there are so many sons whowon’t have anything to do with their fathers, and so many fathers whowon’t speak to their sons. I think myself, it is very much to beregretted. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. So do I. Fathers have so much to learn from their sonsnowadays. 

LADY MARKBY. Really, dear? What?

MRS. CHEVELEY. The art of living. The only really Fine Art we haveproduced in modern times. 

LADY MARKBY. [_Shaking her head_. ] Ah! I am afraid Lord Brancasterknew a good deal about that. More than his poor wife ever did. [_Turning to_ LADY CHILTERN. ] You know Lady Brancaster, don’t you, dear?

LADY CHILTERN. Just slightly. She was staying at Langton last autumn, when we were there. 

LADY MARKBY. Well, like all stout women, she looks the very picture ofhappiness, as no doubt you noticed. But there are many tragedies in herfamily, besides this affair of the curate. Her own sister, Mrs. Jekyll, had a most unhappy life; through no fault of her own, I am sorry to say. She ultimately was so broken-hearted that she went into a convent, or onto the operatic stage, I forget which. No; I think it was decorativeart-needlework she took up. I know she had lost all sense of pleasure inlife. [_Rising_. ] And now, Gertrude, if you will allow me, I shallleave Mrs. Cheveley in your charge and call back for her in a quarter ofan hour. Or perhaps, dear Mrs. Cheveley, you wouldn’t mind waiting inthe carriage while I am with Lady Brancaster. As I intend it to be avisit of condolence, I shan’t stay long. 

MRS. CHEVELEY [_Rising_. ] I don’t mind waiting in the carriage at all, provided there is somebody to look at one. 

LADY MARKBY. Well, I hear the curate is always prowling about the house. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I am afraid I am not fond of girl friends. 

LADY CHILTERN [_Rising_. ] Oh, I hope Mrs. Cheveley will stay here alittle. I should like to have a few minutes’ conversation with her. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. How very kind of you, Lady Chiltern! Believe me, nothingwould give me greater pleasure. 

LADY MARKBY. Ah! no doubt you both have many pleasant reminiscences ofyour schooldays to talk over together. Good-bye, dear Gertrude! Shall Isee you at Lady Bonar’s to-night? She has discovered a wonderful newgenius. He does . . . Nothing at all, I believe. That is a greatcomfort, is it not?

LADY CHILTERN. Robert and I are dining at home by ourselves to-night, and I don’t think I shall go anywhere afterwards. Robert, of course, will have to be in the House. But there is nothing interesting on. 

LADY MARKBY. Dining at home by yourselves? Is that quite prudent? Ah, I forgot, your husband is an exception. Mine is the general rule, andnothing ages a woman so rapidly as having married the general rule. [_Exit_ LADY MARKBY. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. Wonderful woman, Lady Markby, isn’t she? Talks more andsays less than anybody I ever met. She is made to be a public speaker. Much more so than her husband, though he is a typical Englishman, alwaysdull and usually violent. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Makes no answer_, _but remains standing_. _There is apause_. _Then the eyes of the two women meet_. LADY CHILTERN _looksstern and pale_. MRS. CHEVELEY _seem rather amused_. ] Mrs. Cheveley, Ithink it is right to tell you quite frankly that, had I known who youreally were, I should not have invited you to my house last night. 

MRS. CHEVELEY [_With an impertinent smile_. ] Really?

LADY CHILTERN. I could not have done so. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I see that after all these years you have not changed abit, Gertrude. 

LADY CHILTERN. I never change. 

MRS. CHEVELEY [_Elevating her eyebrows_. ] Then life has taught younothing?

LADY CHILTERN. It has taught me that a person who has once been guiltyof a dishonest and dishonourable action may be guilty of it a secondtime, and should be shunned. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Would you apply that rule to every one?

LADY CHILTERN. Yes, to every one, without exception. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Then I am sorry for you, Gertrude, very sorry for you. 

LADY CHILTERN. You see now, I was sure, that for many reasons anyfurther acquaintance between us during your stay in London is quiteimpossible?

MRS. CHEVELEY [_Leaning back in her chair_. ] Do you know, Gertrude, Idon’t mind your talking morality a bit. Morality is simply the attitudewe adopt towards people whom we personally dislike. You dislike me. Iam quite aware of that. And I have always detested you. And yet I havecome here to do you a service. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Contemptuously_. ] Like the service you wished torender my husband last night, I suppose. Thank heaven, I saved him fromthat. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Starting to her feet_. ] It was you who made him writethat insolent letter to me? It was you who made him break his promise?

LADY CHILTERN. Yes. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Then you must make him keep it. I give you tillto-morrow morning—no more. If by that time your husband does notsolemnly bind himself to help me in this great scheme in which I aminterested—

LADY CHILTERN. This fraudulent speculation—

MRS. CHEVELEY. Call it what you choose. I hold your husband in thehollow of my hand, and if you are wise you will make him do what I tellhim. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Rising and going towards her_. ] You are impertinent. What has my husband to do with you? With a woman like you?

MRS. CHEVELEY [_With a bitter laugh_. ] In this world like meets withlike. It is because your husband is himself fraudulent and dishonestthat we pair so well together. Between you and him there are chasms. Heand I are closer than friends. We are enemies linked together. The samesin binds us. 

LADY CHILTERN. How dare you class my husband with yourself? How dareyou threaten him or me? Leave my house. You are unfit to enter it. 

[SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _enters from behind_. _He hears his wife’s lastwords_, _and sees to whom they are addressed_. _He grows deadly pale_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. Your house! A house bought with the price of dishonour. A house, everything in which has been paid for by fraud. [_Turns roundand sees_ SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. ] Ask him what the origin of his fortuneis! Get him to tell you how he sold to a stockbroker a Cabinet secret. Learn from him to what you owe your position. 

LADY CHILTERN. It is not true! Robert! It is not true!

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Pointing at him with outstretched finger_. ] Look athim! Can he deny it? Does he dare to?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Go! Go at once. You have done your worst now. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. My worst? I have not yet finished with you, with eitherof you. I give you both till to-morrow at noon. If by then you don’t dowhat I bid you to do, the whole world shall know the origin of RobertChiltern. 

[SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _strikes the bell_. _Enter_ MASON. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Show Mrs. Cheveley out. 

[MRS. CHEVELEY _starts_; _then bows with somewhat exaggerated politenessto_ LADY CHILTERN, _who makes no sign of response_. _As she passes by_SIR ROBERT CHILTERN, _who is standing close to the door_, _she pauses fora moment and looks him straight in the face_. _She then goes out_, _followed by the servant_, _who closes the door after him_. _The husbandand wife are left alone_. LADY CHILTERN _stands like some one in adreadful dream_. _Then she turns round and looks at her husband_. _Shelooks at him with strange eyes_, _as though she were seeing him for thefirst time_. ]

LADY CHILTERN. You sold a Cabinet secret for money! You began your lifewith fraud! You built up your career on dishonour! Oh, tell me it isnot true! Lie to me! Lie to me! Tell me it is not true!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. What this woman said is quite true. But, Gertrude, listen to me. You don’t realise how I was tempted. Let me tell you thewhole thing. [_Goes towards her_. ]

LADY CHILTERN. Don’t come near me. Don’t touch me. I feel as if youhad soiled me for ever. Oh! what a mask you have been wearing all theseyears! A horrible painted mask! You sold yourself for money. Oh! acommon thief were better. You put yourself up to sale to the highestbidder! You were bought in the market. You lied to the whole world. And yet you will not lie to me. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Rushing towards her_. ] Gertrude! Gertrude!

LADY CHILTERN. [_Thrusting him back with outstretched hands_. ] No, don’t speak! Say nothing! Your voice wakes terrible memories—memoriesof things that made me love you—memories of words that made me loveyou—memories that now are horrible to me. And how I worshipped you! Youwere to me something apart from common life, a thing pure, noble, honest, without stain. The world seemed to me finer because you were in it, andgoodness more real because you lived. And now—oh, when I think that Imade of a man like you my ideal! the ideal of my life!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. There was your mistake. There was your error. Theerror all women commit. Why can’t you women love us, faults and all?Why do you place us on monstrous pedestals? We have all feet of clay, women as well as men; but when we men love women, we love them knowingtheir weaknesses, their follies, their imperfections, love them all themore, it may be, for that reason. It is not the perfect, but theimperfect, who have need of love. It is when we are wounded by our ownhands, or by the hands of others, that love should come to cure us—elsewhat use is love at all? All sins, except a sin against itself, Loveshould forgive. All lives, save loveless lives, true Love should pardon. A man’s love is like that. It is wider, larger, more human than awoman’s. Women think that they are making ideals of men. What they aremaking of us are false idols merely. You made your false idol of me, andI had not the courage to come down, show you my wounds, tell you myweaknesses. I was afraid that I might lose your love, as I have lost itnow. And so, last night you ruined my life for me—yes, ruined it! Whatthis woman asked of me was nothing compared to what she offered to me. She offered security, peace, stability. The sin of my youth, that I hadthought was buried, rose up in front of me, hideous, horrible, with itshands at my throat. I could have killed it for ever, sent it back intoits tomb, destroyed its record, burned the one witness against me. Youprevented me. No one but you, you know it. And now what is there beforeme but public disgrace, ruin, terrible shame, the mockery of the world, alonely dishonoured life, a lonely dishonoured death, it may be, some day?Let women make no more ideals of men! let them not put them on alters andbow before them, or they may ruin other lives as completely as you—youwhom I have so wildly loved—have ruined mine!

[_He passes from the room_. LADY CHILTERN _rushes towards him_, _but thedoor is closed when she reaches it_. _Pale with anguish_, _bewildered_, _helpless_, _she sways like a plant in the water_. _Her hands_, _outstretched_, _seem to tremble in the air like blossoms in the mind_. _Then she flings herself down beside a sofa and buries her face_. _Hersobs are like the sobs of a child_. ]

 ACT DROP

THIRD ACT

SCENE

_The Library in Lord Goring’s house_. _An Adam room_. _On the right isthe door leading into the hall_. _On the left_, _the door of thesmoking-room_. _A pair of folding doors at the back open into thedrawing-room_. _The fire is lit_. _Phipps_, _the butler_, _is arrangingsome newspapers on the writing-table_. _The distinction of Phipps is hisimpassivity_. _He has been termed by enthusiasts the Ideal Butler_. _TheSphinx is not so incommunicable_. _He is a mask with a manner_. _Of hisintellectual or emotional life_, _history knows nothing_. _He representsthe dominance of form_. 

[_Enter_ LORD GORING _in evening dress with a buttonhole_. _He iswearing a silk hat and Inverness cape_. _White-gloved_, _he carries aLouis Seize cane_. _His are all the delicate fopperies of Fashion_. _One sees that he stands in immediate relation to modern life_, _makes itindeed_, _and so masters it_. _He is the first well-dressed philosopherin the history of thought_. ]

LORD GORING. Got my second buttonhole for me, Phipps?

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. [_Takes his hat_, _cane_, _and cape_, _andpresents new buttonhole on salver_. ]

LORD GORING. Rather distinguished thing, Phipps. I am the only personof the smallest importance in London at present who wears a buttonhole. 

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. I have observed that, LORD GORING. [_Taking out old buttonhole_. ] You see, Phipps, Fashion iswhat one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear. 

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. 

LORD GORING. Just as vulgarity is simply the conduct of other people. 

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. 

LORD GORING. [_Putting in a new buttonhole_. ] And falsehoods the truthsof other people. 

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. 

LORD GORING. Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible societyis oneself. 

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. 

LORD GORING. To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance, Phipps. 

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. 

LORD GORING. [_Looking at himself in the glass_. ] Don’t think I quitelike this buttonhole, Phipps. Makes me look a little too old. Makes mealmost in the prime of life, eh, Phipps?

PHIPPS. I don’t observe any alteration in your lordship’s appearance. 

LORD GORING. You don’t, Phipps?

PHIPPS. No, my lord. 

LORD GORING. I am not quite sure. For the future a more trivialbuttonhole, Phipps, on Thursday evenings. 

PHIPPS. I will speak to the florist, my lord. She has had a loss in herfamily lately, which perhaps accounts for the lack of triviality yourlordship complains of in the buttonhole. 

LORD GORING. Extraordinary thing about the lower classes in England—theyare always losing their relations. 

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord! They are extremely fortunate in that respect. 

LORD GORING. [_Turns round and looks at him_. PHIPPS _remainsimpassive_. ] Hum! Any letters, Phipps?

PHIPPS. Three, my lord. [_Hands letters on a salver_. ]

LORD GORING. [_Takes letters_. ] Want my cab round in twenty minutes. 

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. [_Goes towards door_. ]

LORD GORING. [_Holds up letter in pink envelope_. ] Ahem! Phipps, whendid this letter arrive?

PHIPPS. It was brought by hand just after your lordship went to theclub. 

LORD GORING. That will do. [_Exit_ PHIPPS. ] Lady Chiltern’shandwriting on Lady Chiltern’s pink notepaper. That is rather curious. I thought Robert was to write. Wonder what Lady Chiltern has got to sayto me? [_Sits at bureau and opens letter_, _and reads it_. ] ‘I wantyou. I trust you. I am coming to you. Gertrude. ’ [_Puts down theletter with a puzzled look_. _Then takes it up_, _and reads it againslowly_. ] ‘I want you. I trust you. I am coming to you. ’ So she hasfound out everything! Poor woman! Poor woman! [ _Pulls out watch andlooks at it_. ] But what an hour to call! Ten o’clock! I shall have togive up going to the Berkshires. However, it is always nice to beexpected, and not to arrive. I am not expected at the Bachelors’, so Ishall certainly go there. Well, I will make her stand by her husband. That is the only thing for her to do. That is the only thing for anywoman to do. It is the growth of the moral sense in women that makesmarriage such a hopeless, one-sided institution. Ten o’clock. Sheshould be here soon. I must tell Phipps I am not in to any one else. [_Goes towards bell_]

[_Enter_ PHIPPS. ]

PHIPPS. Lord Caversham. 

LORD GORING. Oh, why will parents always appear at the wrong time? Someextraordinary mistake in nature, I suppose. [_Enter_ LORD CAVERSHAM. ]Delighted to see you, my dear father. [_Goes to meet him_. ]

LORD CAVERSHAM. Take my cloak off. 

LORD GORING. Is it worth while, father?

LORD CAVERSHAM. Of course it is worth while, sir. Which is the mostcomfortable chair?

LORD GORING. This one, father. It is the chair I use myself, when Ihave visitors. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Thank ye. No draught, I hope, in this room?

LORD GORING. No, father. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Sitting down_. ] Glad to hear it. Can’t standdraughts. No draughts at home. 

LORD GORING. Good many breezes, father. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Eh? Eh? Don’t understand what you mean. Want to havea serious conversation with you, sir. 

LORD GORING. My dear father! At this hour?

LORD CAVERSHAM. Well, sir, it is only ten o’clock. What is yourobjection to the hour? I think the hour is an admirable hour!

LORD GORING. Well, the fact is, father, this is not my day for talkingseriously. I am very sorry, but it is not my day. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. What do you mean, sir?

LORD GORING. During the Season, father, I only talk seriously on thefirst Tuesday in every month, from four to seven. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Well, make it Tuesday, sir, make it Tuesday. 

LORD GORING. But it is after seven, father, and my doctor says I mustnot have any serious conversation after seven. It makes me talk in mysleep. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Talk in your sleep, sir? What does that matter? Youare not married. 

LORD GORING. No, father, I am not married. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Hum! That is what I have come to talk to you about, sir. You have got to get married, and at once. Why, when I was yourage, sir, I had been an inconsolable widower for three months, and wasalready paying my addresses to your admirable mother. Damme, sir, it isyour duty to get married. You can’t be always living for pleasure. Every man of position is married nowadays. Bachelors are not fashionableany more. They are a damaged lot. Too much is known about them. Youmust get a wife, sir. Look where your friend Robert Chiltern has got toby probity, hard work, and a sensible marriage with a good woman. Whydon’t you imitate him, sir? Why don’t you take him for your model?

LORD GORING. I think I shall, father. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. I wish you would, sir. Then I should be happy. Atpresent I make your mother’s life miserable on your account. You areheartless, sir, quite heartless. 

LORD GORING. I hope not, father. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. And it is high time for you to get married. You arethirty-four years of age, sir. 

LORD GORING. Yes, father, but I only admit to thirty-two—thirty-one anda half when I have a really good buttonhole. This buttonhole is not . . . Trivial enough. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. I tell you you are thirty-four, sir. And there is adraught in your room, besides, which makes your conduct worse. Why didyou tell me there was no draught, sir? I feel a draught, sir, I feel itdistinctly. 

LORD GORING. So do I, father. It is a dreadful draught. I will comeand see you to-morrow, father. We can talk over anything you like. Letme help you on with your cloak, father. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. No, sir; I have called this evening for a definitepurpose, and I am going to see it through at all costs to my health oryours. Put down my cloak, sir. 

LORD GORING. Certainly, father. But let us go into another room. [_Rings bell_. ] There is a dreadful draught here. [_Enter_ PHIPPS. ]Phipps, is there a good fire in the smoking-room?

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. 

LORD GORING. Come in there, father. Your sneezes are quiteheartrending. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Well, sir, I suppose I have a right to sneeze when Ichoose?

LORD GORING. [_Apologetically_. ] Quite so, father. I was merelyexpressing sympathy. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Oh, damn sympathy. There is a great deal too much ofthat sort of thing going on nowadays. 

LORD GORING. I quite agree with you, father. If there was less sympathyin the world there would be less trouble in the world. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Going towards the smoking-room_. ] That is a paradox, sir. I hate paradoxes. 

LORD GORING. So do I, father. Everybody one meets is a paradoxnowadays. It is a great bore. It makes society so obvious. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Turning round_, _and looking at his son beneath hisbushy eyebrows_. ] Do you always really understand what you say, sir?

LORD GORING. [_After some hesitation_. ] Yes, father, if I listenattentively. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Indignantly_. ] If you listen attentively! . . . Conceited young puppy!

[_Goes off grumbling into the smoking-room_. PHIPPS _enters_. ]

LORD GORING. Phipps, there is a lady coming to see me this evening onparticular business. Show her into the drawing-room when she arrives. You understand?

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. 

LORD GORING. It is a matter of the gravest importance, Phipps. 

PHIPPS. I understand, my lord. 

LORD GORING. No one else is to be admitted, under any circumstances. 

PHIPPS. I understand, my lord. [_Bell rings_. ]

LORD GORING. Ah! that is probably the lady. I shall see her myself. 

[_Just as he is going towards the door_ LORD CAVERSHAM _enters from thesmoking-room_. ]

LORD CAVERSHAM. Well, sir? am I to wait attendance on you?

LORD GORING. [_Considerably perplexed_. ] In a moment, father. Doexcuse me. [LORD CAVERSHAM _goes back_. ] Well, remember myinstructions, Phipps—into that room. 

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. 

[LORD GORING _goes into the smoking-room_. HAROLD, _the footman shows_MRS. CHEVELEY _in_. _Lamia-like_, _she is in green and silver_. _Shehas a cloak of black satin_, _lined with dead rose-leaf silk_. ]

HAROLD. What name, madam?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_To_ PHIPPS, _who advances towards her_. ] Is LordGoring not here? I was told he was at home?

PHIPPS. His lordship is engaged at present with Lord Caversham, madam. 

[_Turns a cold_, _glassy eye on_ HAROLD, _who at once retires_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_To herself_. ] How very filial!

PHIPPS. His lordship told me to ask you, madam, to be kind enough towait in the drawing-room for him. His lordship will come to you there. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_With a look of surprise_. ] Lord Goring expects me?

PHIPPS. Yes, madam. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Are you quite sure?

PHIPPS. His lordship told me that if a lady called I was to ask her towait in the drawing-room. [_Goes to the door of the drawing-room andopens it_. ] His lordship’s directions on the subject were very precise. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_To herself_] How thoughtful of him! To expect theunexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect. [_Goes towards thedrawing-room and looks in_. ] Ugh! How dreary a bachelor’s drawing-roomalways looks. I shall have to alter all this. [PHIPPS _brings the lampfrom the writing-table_. ] No, I don’t care for that lamp. It is far tooglaring. Light some candles. 

PHIPPS. [_Replaces lamp_. ] Certainly, madam. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I hope the candles have very becoming shades. 

PHIPPS. We have had no complaints about them, madam, as yet. 

[_Passes into the drawing-room and begins to light the candles_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_To herself_. ] I wonder what woman he is waiting forto-night. It will be delightful to catch him. Men always look so sillywhen they are caught. And they are always being caught. [_Looks aboutroom and approaches the writing-table_. ] What a very interesting room!What a very interesting picture! Wonder what his correspondence is like. [_Takes up letters_. ] Oh, what a very uninteresting correspondence!Bills and cards, debts and dowagers! Who on earth writes to him on pinkpaper? How silly to write on pink paper! It looks like the beginning ofa middle-class romance. Romance should never begin with sentiment. Itshould begin with science and end with a settlement. [_Puts letterdown_, _then takes it up again_. ] I know that handwriting. That isGertrude Chiltern’s. I remember it perfectly. The ten commandments inevery stroke of the pen, and the moral law all over the page. Wonderwhat Gertrude is writing to him about? Something horrid about me, Isuppose. How I detest that woman! [_Reads it_. ] ‘I trust you. I wantyou. I am coming to you. Gertrude. ’ ‘I trust you. I want you. I amcoming to you. ’

[_A look of triumph comes over her face_. _She is just about to stealthe letter_, _when_ PHIPPS _comes in_. ]

PHIPPS. The candles in the drawing-room are lit, madam, as you directed. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Thank you. [_Rises hastily and slips the letter under alarge silver-cased blotting-book that is lying on the table_. ]

PHIPPS. I trust the shades will be to your liking, madam. They are themost becoming we have. They are the same as his lordship uses himselfwhen he is dressing for dinner. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_With a smile_. ] Then I am sure they will be perfectlyright. 

PHIPPS. [_Gravely_. ] Thank you, madam. 

[MRS. CHEVELEY _goes into the drawing-room_. PHIPPS _closes the door andretires_. _The door is then slowly opened_, _and_ MRS. CHEVELEY _comesout and creeps stealthily towards the writing-table_. _Suddenly voicesare heard from the smoking-room_. MRS. CHEVELEY _grows pale_, _andstops_. _The voices grow louder_, _and she goes back into thedrawing-room_, _biting her lip_. ]

[_Enter_ LORD GORING _and_ LORD CAVERSHAM. ]

LORD GORING. [_Expostulating_. ] My dear father, if I am to get married, surely you will allow me to choose the time, place, and person?Particularly the person. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Testily_. ] That is a matter for me, sir. You wouldprobably make a very poor choice. It is I who should be consulted, notyou. There is property at stake. It is not a matter for affection. Affection comes later on in married life. 

LORD GORING. Yes. In married life affection comes when peoplethoroughly dislike each other, father, doesn’t it? [_Puts on_ LORDCAVERSHAM’S _cloak for him_. ]

LORD CAVERSHAM. Certainly, sir. I mean certainly not, air. You aretalking very foolishly to-night. What I say is that marriage is a matterfor common sense. 

LORD GORING. But women who have common sense are so curiously plain, father, aren’t they? Of course I only speak from hearsay. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. No woman, plain or pretty, has any common sense at all, sir. Common sense is the privilege of our sex. 

LORD GORING. Quite so. And we men are so self-sacrificing that we neveruse it, do we, father?

LORD CAVERSHAM. I use it, sir. I use nothing else. 

LORD GORING. So my mother tells me. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. It is the secret of your mother’s happiness. You arevery heartless, sir, very heartless. 

LORD GORING. I hope not, father. 

[_Goes out for a moment_. _Then returns_, _looking rather put out_, _with_ SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. My dear Arthur, what a piece of good luck meetingyou on the doorstep! Your servant had just told me you were not at home. How extraordinary!

LORD GORING. The fact is, I am horribly busy to-night, Robert, and Igave orders I was not at home to any one. Even my father had acomparatively cold reception. He complained of a draught the whole time. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Ah! you must be at home to me, Arthur. You are mybest friend. Perhaps by to-morrow you will be my only friend. My wifehas discovered everything. 

LORD GORING. Ah! I guessed as much!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Looking at him_. ] Really! How?

LORD GORING. [_After some hesitation_. ] Oh, merely by something in theexpression of your face as you came in. Who told her?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Mrs. Cheveley herself. And the woman I love knowsthat I began my career with an act of low dishonesty, that I built up mylife upon sands of shame—that I sold, like a common huckster, the secretthat had been intrusted to me as a man of honour. I thank heaven poorLord Radley died without knowing that I betrayed him. I would to God Ihad died before I had been so horribly tempted, or had fallen so low. [_Burying his face in his hands_. ]

LORD GORING. [_After a pause_. ] You have heard nothing from Vienna yet, in answer to your wire?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Looking up_. ] Yes; I got a telegram from thefirst secretary at eight o’clock to-night. 

LORD GORING. Well?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Nothing is absolutely known against her. On thecontrary, she occupies a rather high position in society. It is a sortof open secret that Baron Arnheim left her the greater portion of hisimmense fortune. Beyond that I can learn nothing. 

LORD GORING. She doesn’t turn out to be a spy, then?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Oh! spies are of no use nowadays. Their professionis over. The newspapers do their work instead. 

LORD GORING. And thunderingly well they do it. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Arthur, I am parched with thirst. May I ring forsomething? Some hock and seltzer?

LORD GORING. Certainly. Let me. [_Rings the bell_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Thanks! I don’t know what to do, Arthur, I don’tknow what to do, and you are my only friend. But what a friend youare—the one friend I can trust. I can trust you absolutely, can’t I?

[_Enter_ PHIPPS. ]

LORD GORING. My dear Robert, of course. Oh! [_To_ PHIPPS. ] Bring somehock and seltzer. 

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. 

LORD GORING. And Phipps!

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. 

LORD GORING. Will you excuse me for a moment, Robert? I want to givesome directions to my servant. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Certainly. 

LORD GORING. When that lady calls, tell her that I am not expected homethis evening. Tell her that I have been suddenly called out of town. You understand?

PHIPPS. The lady is in that room, my lord. You told me to show her intothat room, my lord. 

LORD GORING. You did perfectly right. [_Exit_ PHIPPS. ] What a mess Iam in. No; I think I shall get through it. I’ll give her a lecturethrough the door. Awkward thing to manage, though. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Arthur, tell me what I should do. My life seems tohave crumbled about me. I am a ship without a rudder in a night withouta star. 

LORD GORING. Robert, you love your wife, don’t you?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I love her more than anything in the world. I usedto think ambition the great thing. It is not. Love is the great thingin the world. There is nothing but love, and I love her. But I amdefamed in her eyes. I am ignoble in her eyes. There is a wide gulfbetween us now. She has found me out, Arthur, she has found me out. 

LORD GORING. Has she never in her life done some folly—someindiscretion—that she should not forgive your sin?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. My wife! Never! She does not know what weaknessor temptation is. I am of clay like other men. She stands apart as goodwomen do—pitiless in her perfection—cold and stern and without mercy. But I love her, Arthur. We are childless, and I have no one else tolove, no one else to love me. Perhaps if God had sent us children shemight have been kinder to me. But God has given us a lonely house. Andshe has cut my heart in two. Don’t let us talk of it. I was brutal toher this evening. But I suppose when sinners talk to saints they arebrutal always. I said to her things that were hideously true, on myside, from my stand-point, from the standpoint of men. But don’t let ustalk of that. 

LORD GORING. Your wife will forgive you. Perhaps at this moment she isforgiving you. She loves you, Robert. Why should she not forgive?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. God grant it! God grant it! [_Buries his face inhis hands_. ] But there is something more I have to tell you, Arthur. 

[_Enter_ PHIPPS _with drinks_. ]

PHIPPS. [_Hands hock and seltzer to_ SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. ] Hock andseltzer, sir. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Thank you. 

LORD GORING. Is your carriage here, Robert?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. No; I walked from the club. 

LORD GORING. Sir Robert will take my cab, Phipps. 

PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. [_Exit_. ]

LORD GORING. Robert, you don’t mind my sending you away?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Arthur, you must let me stay for five minutes. Ihave made up my mind what I am going to do to-night in the House. Thedebate on the Argentine Canal is to begin at eleven. [_A chair falls inthe drawing-room_. ] What is that?

LORD GORING. Nothing. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I heard a chair fall in the next room. Some onehas been listening. 

LORD GORING. No, no; there is no one there. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. There is some one. There are lights in the room, and the door is ajar. Some one has been listening to every secret of mylife. Arthur, what does this mean?

LORD GORING. Robert, you are excited, unnerved. I tell you there is noone in that room. Sit down, Robert. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Do you give me your word that there is no onethere?

LORD GORING. Yes. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Your word of honour? [_Sits down_. ]

LORD GORING. Yes. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Rises_. ] Arthur, let me see for myself. 

LORD GORING. No, no. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. If there is no one there why should I not look inthat room? Arthur, you must let me go into that room and satisfy myself. Let me know that no eavesdropper has heard my life’s secret. Arthur, youdon’t realise what I am going through. 

LORD GORING. Robert, this must stop. I have told you that there is noone in that room—that is enough. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Rushes to the door of the room_. ] It is notenough. I insist on going into this room. You have told me there is noone there, so what reason can you have for refusing me?

LORD GORING. For God’s sake, don’t! There is some one there. Some onewhom you must not see. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Ah, I thought so!

LORD GORING. I forbid you to enter that room. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Stand back. My life is at stake. And I don’t carewho is there. I will know who it is to whom I have told my secret and myshame. [_Enters room_. ]

LORD GORING. Great heavens! his own wife!

[SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _comes back_, _with a look of scorn and anger on hisface_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. What explanation have you to give me for thepresence of that woman here?

LORD GORING. Robert, I swear to you on my honour that that lady isstainless and guiltless of all offence towards you. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. She is a vile, an infamous thing!

LORD GORING. Don’t say that, Robert! It was for your sake she camehere. It was to try and save you she came here. She loves you and noone else. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. You are mad. What have I to do with her intrigueswith you? Let her remain your mistress! You are well suited to eachother. She, corrupt and shameful—you, false as a friend, treacherous asan enemy even—

LORD GORING. It is not true, Robert. Before heaven, it is not true. Inher presence and in yours I will explain all. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Let me pass, sir. You have lied enough upon yourword of honour. 

[SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _goes out_. LORD GORING _rushes to the door of thedrawing-room_, _when_ MRS. CHEVELEY _comes out_, _looking radiant andmuch amused_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_With a mock curtsey_] Good evening, Lord Goring!

LORD GORING. Mrs. Cheveley! Great heavens! . . . May I ask what youwere doing in my drawing-room?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Merely listening. I have a perfect passion for listeningthrough keyholes. One always hears such wonderful things through them. 

LORD GORING. Doesn’t that sound rather like tempting Providence?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh! surely Providence can resist temptation by this time. [_Makes a sign to him to take her cloak off_, _which he does_. ]

LORD GORING. I am glad you have called. I am going to give you somegood advice. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh! pray don’t. One should never give a woman anythingthat she can’t wear in the evening. 

LORD GORING. I see you are quite as wilful as you used to be. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Far more! I have greatly improved. I have had moreexperience. 

LORD GORING. Too much experience is a dangerous thing. Pray have acigarette. Half the pretty women in London smoke cigarettes. PersonallyI prefer the other half. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Thanks. I never smoke. My dressmaker wouldn’t like it, and a woman’s first duty in life is to her dressmaker, isn’t it? Whatthe second duty is, no one has as yet discovered. 

LORD GORING. You have come here to sell me Robert Chiltern’s letter, haven’t you?

MRS. CHEVELEY. To offer it to you on conditions. How did you guessthat?

LORD GORING. Because you haven’t mentioned the subject. Have you got itwith you?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Sitting down_. ] Oh, no! A well-made dress has nopockets. 

LORD GORING. What is your price for it?

MRS. CHEVELEY. How absurdly English you are! The English think that acheque-book can solve every problem in life. Why, my dear Arthur, I havevery much more money than you have, and quite as much as Robert Chilternhas got hold of. Money is not what I want. 

LORD GORING. What do you want then, Mrs. Cheveley?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Why don’t you call me Laura?

LORD GORING. I don’t like the name. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. You used to adore it. 

LORD GORING. Yes: that’s why. [MRS. CHEVELEY _motions to him to sitdown beside her_. _He smiles_, _and does so_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. Arthur, you loved me once. 

LORD GORING. Yes. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. And you asked me to be your wife. 

LORD GORING. That was the natural result of my loving you. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. And you threw me over because you saw, or said you saw, poor old Lord Mortlake trying to have a violent flirtation with me in theconservatory at Tenby. 

LORD GORING. I am under the impression that my lawyer settled thatmatter with you on certain terms . . . Dictated by yourself. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. At that time I was poor; you were rich. 

LORD GORING. Quite so. That is why you pretended to love me. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Shrugging her shoulders_. ] Poor old Lord Mortlake, whohad only two topics of conversation, his gout and his wife! I nevercould quite make out which of the two he was talking about. He used themost horrible language about them both. Well, you were silly, Arthur. Why, Lord Mortlake was never anything more to me than an amusement. Oneof those utterly tedious amusements one only finds at an English countryhouse on an English country Sunday. I don’t think any one at all morallyresponsible for what he or she does at an English country house. 

LORD GORING. Yes. I know lots of people think that. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I loved you, Arthur. 

LORD GORING. My dear Mrs. Cheveley, you have always been far too cleverto know anything about love. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I did love you. And you loved me. You know you lovedme; and love is a very wonderful thing. I suppose that when a man hasonce loved a woman, he will do anything for her, except continue to loveher? [_Puts her hand on his_. ]

LORD GORING. [_Taking his hand away quietly_. ] Yes: except that. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_After a pause_. ] I am tired of living abroad. I wantto come back to London. I want to have a charming house here. I want tohave a salon. If one could only teach the English how to talk, and theIrish how to listen, society here would be quite civilised. Besides, Ihave arrived at the romantic stage. When I saw you last night at theChilterns’, I knew you were the only person I had ever cared for, if Iever have cared for anybody, Arthur. And so, on the morning of the dayyou marry me, I will give you Robert Chiltern’s letter. That is myoffer. I will give it to you now, if you promise to marry me. 

LORD GORING. Now?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Smiling_. ] To-morrow. 

LORD GORING. Are you really serious?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Yes, quite serious. 

LORD GORING. I should make you a very bad husband. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I don’t mind bad husbands. I have had two. They amusedme immensely. 

LORD GORING. You mean that you amused yourself immensely, don’t you?

MRS. CHEVELEY. What do you know about my married life?

LORD GORING. Nothing: but I can read it like a book. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. What book?

LORD GORING. [_Rising_. ] The Book of Numbers. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Do you think it is quite charming of you to be so rude toa woman in your own house?

LORD GORING. In the case of very fascinating women, sex is a challenge, not a defence. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I suppose that is meant for a compliment. My dearArthur, women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. Thatis the difference between the two sexes. 

LORD GORING. Women are never disarmed by anything, as far as I knowthem. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_After a pause_. ] Then you are going to allow yourgreatest friend, Robert Chiltern, to be ruined, rather than marry someone who really has considerable attractions left. I thought you wouldhave risen to some great height of self-sacrifice, Arthur. I think youshould. And the rest of your life you could spend in contemplating yourown perfections. 

LORD GORING. Oh! I do that as it is. And self-sacrifice is a thing thatshould be put down by law. It is so demoralising to the people for whomone sacrifices oneself. They always go to the bad. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. As if anything could demoralise Robert Chiltern! Youseem to forget that I know his real character. 

LORD GORING. What you know about him is not his real character. It wasan act of folly done in his youth, dishonourable, I admit, shameful, Iadmit, unworthy of him, I admit, and therefore . . . Not his truecharacter. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. How you men stand up for each other!

LORD GORING. How you women war against each other!

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Bitterly_. ] I only war against one woman, againstGertrude Chiltern. I hate her. I hate her now more than ever. 

LORD GORING. Because you have brought a real tragedy into her life, Isuppose. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_With a sneer_. ] Oh, there is only one real tragedy ina woman’s life. The fact that her past is always her lover, and herfuture invariably her husband. 

LORD GORING. Lady Chiltern knows nothing of the kind of life to whichyou are alluding. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. A woman whose size in gloves is seven and three-quartersnever knows much about anything. You know Gertrude has always worn sevenand three-quarters? That is one of the reasons why there was never anymoral sympathy between us. . . . Well, Arthur, I suppose this romanticinterview may be regarded as at an end. You admit it was romantic, don’tyou? For the privilege of being your wife I was ready to surrender agreat prize, the climax of my diplomatic career. You decline. Verywell. If Sir Robert doesn’t uphold my Argentine scheme, I expose him. Voilà tout. 

LORD GORING. You mustn’t do that. It would be vile, horrible, infamous. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Shrugging her shoulders_. ] Oh! don’t use big words. They mean so little. It is a commercial transaction. That is all. There is no good mixing up sentimentality in it. I offered to sellRobert Chiltern a certain thing. If he won’t pay me my price, he willhave to pay the world a greater price. There is no more to be said. Imust go. Good-bye. Won’t you shake hands?

LORD GORING. With you? No. Your transaction with Robert Chiltern maypass as a loathsome commercial transaction of a loathsome commercial age;but you seem to have forgotten that you came here to-night to talk oflove, you whose lips desecrated the word love, you to whom the thing is abook closely sealed, went this afternoon to the house of one of the mostnoble and gentle women in the world to degrade her husband in her eyes, to try and kill her love for him, to put poison in her heart, andbitterness in her life, to break her idol, and, it may be, spoil hersoul. That I cannot forgive you. That was horrible. For that there canbe no forgiveness. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Arthur, you are unjust to me. Believe me, you are quiteunjust to me. I didn’t go to taunt Gertrude at all. I had no idea ofdoing anything of the kind when I entered. I called with Lady Markbysimply to ask whether an ornament, a jewel, that I lost somewhere lastnight, had been found at the Chilterns’. If you don’t believe me, youcan ask Lady Markby. She will tell you it is true. The scene thatoccurred happened after Lady Markby had left, and was really forced on meby Gertrude’s rudeness and sneers. I called, oh!—a little out of maliceif you like—but really to ask if a diamond brooch of mine had been found. That was the origin of the whole thing. 

LORD GORING. A diamond snake-brooch with a ruby?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Yes. How do you know?

LORD GORING. Because it is found. In point of fact, I found it myself, and stupidly forgot to tell the butler anything about it as I wasleaving. [_Goes over to the writing-table and pulls out the drawers_. ]It is in this drawer. No, that one. This is the brooch, isn’t it?[_Holds up the brooch_. ]

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

LORD GORING. Won’t you wear it?

MRS. CHEVELEY. Certainly, if you pin it in. [LORD GORING _suddenlyclasps it on her arm_. ] Why do you put it on as a bracelet? I neverknew it could he worn as a bracelet. 

LORD GORING. Really?

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

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

MRS. CHEVELEY. When did you see it last?

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

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

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

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

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

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

[MRS. CHEVELEY _tries to get the bracelet off her arm_, _but fails_. LORD GORING _looks on amused_. _Her thin fingers tear at the jewel to nopurpose_. _A curse breaks from her_. ]

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

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

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

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

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

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Trembling_. ] The police? What for?

LORD GORING. To-morrow the Berkshires will prosecute you. That is whatthe police are for. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Is now in an agony of physical terror_. _Her face isdistorted_. _Her mouth awry_. _A mask has fallen from her_. _She it_, _for the moment_, _dreadful to look at_. ] Don’t do that. I will doanything you want. Anything in the world you want. 

LORD GORING. Give me Robert Chiltern’s letter. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Stop! Stop! Let me have time to think. 

LORD GORING. Give me Robert Chiltern’s letter. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. I have not got it with me. I will give it to youto-morrow. 

LORD GORING. You know you are lying. Give it to me at once. [MRS. CHEVELEY _pulls the letter out_, _and hands it to him_. _She is horriblypale_. ] This is it?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_In a hoarse voice_. ] Yes. 

LORD GORING. [_Takes the letter_, _examines it_, _sighs_, _and burns itwith the lamp_. ] For so well-dressed a woman, Mrs. Cheveley, you havemoments of admirable common sense. I congratulate you. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Catches sight of_ LADY CHILTERN’S _letter_, _the coverof which is just showing from under the blotting-book_. ] Please get me aglass of water. 

LORD GORING. Certainly. [_Goes to the corner of the room and pours outa glass of water_. _While his back is turned_ MRS. CHEVELEY _steals_LADY CHILTERN’S _letter_. _When_ LORD GORING _returns the glass sherefuses it with a gesture_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. Thank you. Will you help me on with my cloak?

LORD GORING. With pleasure. [_Puts her cloak on_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. Thanks. I am never going to try to harm Robert Chilternagain. 

LORD GORING. Fortunately you have not the chance, Mrs. Cheveley. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Well, if even I had the chance, I wouldn’t. On thecontrary, I am going to render him a great service. 

LORD GORING. I am charmed to hear it. It is a reformation. 

MRS. CHEVELEY. Yes. I can’t bear so upright a gentleman, so honourablean English gentleman, being so shamefully deceived, and so—

LORD GORING. Well?

MRS. CHEVELEY. I find that somehow Gertrude Chiltern’s dying speech andconfession has strayed into my pocket. 

LORD GORING. What do you mean?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_With a bitter note of triumph in her voice_. ] I meanthat I am going to send Robert Chiltern the love-letter his wife wrote toyou to-night. 

LORD GORING. Love-letter?

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Laughing_. ] ‘I want you. I trust you. I am coming toyou. Gertrude. ’

[LORD GORING _rushes to the bureau and takes up the envelope_, _finds isempty_, _and turns round_. ]

LORD GORING. You wretched woman, must you always be thieving? Give meback that letter. I’ll take it from you by force. You shall not leavemy room till I have got it. 

[_He rushes towards her_, _but_ MRS. CHEVELEY _at once puts her hand onthe electric bell that is on the table_. _The bell sounds with shrillreverberations_, _and_ PHIPPS _enters_. ]

MRS. CHEVELEY. [_After a pause_. ] Lord Goring merely rang that youshould show me out. Good-night, Lord Goring!

[_Goes out followed by_ PHIPPS. _Her face it illumined with eviltriumph_. _There is joy in her eyes_. _Youth seems to have come back toher_. _Her last glance is like a swift arrow_. LORD GORING _bites hislip_, _and lights his a cigarette_. ]

 ACT DROPS

FOURTH ACT

SCENE

_Same as Act II_. 

[LORD GORING _is standing by the fireplace with his hands in hispockets_. _He is looking rather bored_. ]

LORD GORING. [_Pulls out his watch_, _inspects it_, _and rings thebell_. ] It is a great nuisance. I can’t find any one in this house totalk to. And I am full of interesting information. I feel like thelatest edition of something or other. 

[_Enter servant_. ]

JAMES. Sir Robert is still at the Foreign Office, my lord. 

LORD GORING. Lady Chiltern not down yet?

JAMES. Her ladyship has not yet left her room. Miss Chiltern has justcome in from riding. 

LORD GORING. [_To himself_. ] Ah! that is something. 

JAMES. Lord Caversham has been waiting some time in the library for SirRobert. I told him your lordship was here. 

LORD GORING. Thank you! Would you kindly tell him I’ve gone?

JAMES. [_Bowing_. ] I shall do so, my lord. 

[_Exit servant_. ]

LORD GORING. Really, I don’t want to meet my father three days running. It is a great deal too much excitement for any son. I hope to goodnesshe won’t come up. Fathers should be neither seen nor heard. That is theonly proper basis for family life. Mothers are different. Mothers aredarlings. [_Throws himself down into a chair_, _picks up a paper andbegins to read it_. ]

[_Enter_ LORD CAVERSHAM. ]

LORD CAVERSHAM. Well, sir, what are you doing here? Wasting your timeas usual, I suppose?

LORD GORING. [_Throws down paper and rises_. ] My dear father, when onepays a visit it is for the purpose of wasting other people’s time, notone’s own. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Have you been thinking over what I spoke to you aboutlast night?

LORD GORING. I have been thinking about nothing else. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Engaged to be married yet?

LORD GORING. [_Genially_. ] Not yet: but I hope to be before lunch-time. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Caustically_. ] You can have till dinner-time if itwould be of any convenience to you. 

LORD GORING. Thanks awfully, but I think I’d sooner be engaged beforelunch. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Humph! Never know when you are serious or not. 

LORD GORING. Neither do I, father. 

[_A pause_. ]

LORD CAVERSHAM. I suppose you have read _The Times_ this morning?

LORD GORING. [_Airily_. ] The Times? Certainly not. I only read _TheMorning Post_. All that one should know about modern life is where theDuchesses are; anything else is quite demoralising. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Do you mean to say you have not read _The Times_ leadingarticle on Robert Chiltern’s career?

LORD GORING. Good heavens! No. What does it say?

LORD CAVERSHAM. What should it say, sir? Everything complimentary, ofcourse. Chiltern’s speech last night on this Argentine Canal scheme wasone of the finest pieces of oratory ever delivered in the House sinceCanning. 

LORD GORING. Ah! Never heard of Canning. Never wanted to. And did . . . Did Chiltern uphold the scheme?

LORD CAVERSHAM. Uphold it, sir? How little you know him! Why, hedenounced it roundly, and the whole system of modern political finance. This speech is the turning-point in his career, as _The Times_ pointsout. You should read this article, sir. [_Opens_ The Times. ] ‘SirRobert Chiltern . . . Most rising of our young statesmen . . . BrilliantOrator . . . Unblemished career . . . Well-known integrity of character. . . Represents what is best in English public life . . . Noble contrastto the lax morality so common among foreign politicians. ’ They willnever say that of you, sir. 

LORD GORING. I sincerely hope not, father. However, I am delighted atwhat you tell me about Robert, thoroughly delighted. It shows he has gotpluck. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. He has got more than pluck, sir, he has got genius. 

LORD GORING. Ah! I prefer pluck. It is not so common, nowadays, asgenius is. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. I wish you would go into Parliament. 

LORD GORING. My dear father, only people who look dull ever get into theHouse of Commons, and only people who are dull ever succeed there. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Why don’t you try to do something useful in life?

LORD GORING. I am far too young. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Testily_. ] I hate this affectation of youth, sir. Itis a great deal too prevalent nowadays. 

LORD GORING. Youth isn’t an affectation. Youth is an art. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Why don’t you propose to that pretty Miss Chiltern?

LORD GORING. I am of a very nervous disposition, especially in themorning. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. I don’t suppose there is the smallest chance of heraccepting you. 

LORD GORING. I don’t know how the betting stands to-day. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. If she did accept you she would be the prettiest fool inEngland. 

LORD GORING. That is just what I should like to marry. A thoroughlysensible wife would reduce me to a condition of absolute idiocy in lessthan six months. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. You don’t deserve her, sir. 

LORD GORING. My dear father, if we men married the women we deserved, weshould have a very bad time of it. 

[_Enter_ MABEL CHILTERN. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. Oh! . . . How do you do, Lord Caversham? I hope LadyCaversham is quite well?

LORD CAVERSHAM. Lady Caversham is as usual, as usual. 

LORD GORING. Good morning, Miss Mabel!

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Taking no notice at all of_ LORD GORING, _andaddressing herself exclusively to_ LORD CAVERSHAM. ] And Lady Caversham’sbonnets . . . Are they at all better?

LORD CAVERSHAM. They have had a serious relapse, I am sorry to say. 

LORD GORING. Good morning, Miss Mabel!

MABEL CHILTERN. [_To_ LORD CAVERSHAM. ] I hope an operation will not benecessary. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Smiling at her pertness_. ] If it is, we shall have togive Lady Caversham a narcotic. Otherwise she would never consent tohave a feather touched. 

LORD GORING. [_With increased emphasis_. ] Good morning, Miss Mabel!

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Turning round with feigned surprise_. ] Oh, are youhere? Of course you understand that after your breaking your appointmentI am never going to speak to you again. 

LORD GORING. Oh, please don’t say such a thing. You are the one personin London I really like to have to listen to me. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Lord Goring, I never believe a single word that eitheryou or I say to each other. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. You are quite right, my dear, quite right . . . As faras he is concerned, I mean. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Do you think you could possibly make your son behave alittle better occasionally? Just as a change. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. I regret to say, Miss Chiltern, that I have no influenceat all over my son. I wish I had. If I had, I know what I would makehim do. 

MABEL CHILTERN. I am afraid that he has one of those terribly weaknatures that are not susceptible to influence. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. He is very heartless, very heartless. 

LORD GORING. It seems to me that I am a little in the way here. 

MABEL CHILTERN. It is very good for you to be in the way, and to knowwhat people say of you behind your back. 

LORD GORING. I don’t at all like knowing what people say of me behind myback. It makes me far too conceited. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. After that, my dear, I really must bid you good morning. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Oh! I hope you are not going to leave me all alone withLord Goring? Especially at such an early hour in the day. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. I am afraid I can’t take him with me to Downing Street. It is not the Prime Minster’s day for seeing the unemployed. 

[_Shakes hands with_ MABEL CHILTERN, _takes up his hat and stick_, _andgoes out_, _with a parting glare of indignation at_ LORD GORING. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Takes up roses and begins to arrange them in a bowl onthe table_. ] People who don’t keep their appointments in the Park arehorrid. 

LORD GORING. Detestable. 

MABEL CHILTERN. I am glad you admit it. But I wish you wouldn’t look sopleased about it. 

LORD GORING. I can’t help it. I always look pleased when I am with you. 

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Sadly_. ] Then I suppose it is my duty to remain withyou?

LORD GORING. Of course it is. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Well, my duty is a thing I never do, on principle. Italways depresses me. So I am afraid I must leave you. 

LORD GORING. Please don’t, Miss Mabel. I have something very particularto say to you. 

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Rapturously_. ] Oh! is it a proposal?

LORD GORING. [_Somewhat taken aback_. ] Well, yes, it is—I am bound tosay it is. 

MABEL CHILTERN. [_With a sigh of pleasure_. ] I am so glad. That makesthe second to-day. 

LORD GORING. [_Indignantly_. ] The second to-day? What conceited asshas been impertinent enough to dare to propose to you before I hadproposed to you?

MABEL CHILTERN. Tommy Trafford, of course. It is one of Tommy’s daysfor proposing. He always proposes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, during theSeason. 

LORD GORING. You didn’t accept him, I hope?

MABEL CHILTERN. I make it a rule never to accept Tommy. That is why hegoes on proposing. Of course, as you didn’t turn up this morning, I verynearly said yes. It would have been an excellent lesson both for him andfor you if I had. It would have taught you both better manners. 

LORD GORING. Oh! bother Tommy Trafford. Tommy is a silly little ass. Ilove you. 

MABEL CHILTERN. I know. And I think you might have mentioned it before. I am sure I have given you heaps of opportunities. 

LORD GORING. Mabel, do be serious. Please be serious. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Ah! that is the sort of thing a man always says to agirl before he has been married to her. He never says it afterwards. 

LORD GORING. [_Taking hold of her hand_. ] Mabel, I have told you that Ilove you. Can’t you love me a little in return?

MABEL CHILTERN. You silly Arthur! If you knew anything about . . . Anything, which you don’t, you would know that I adore you. Every one inLondon knows it except you. It is a public scandal the way I adore you. I have been going about for the last six months telling the whole ofsociety that I adore you. I wonder you consent to have anything to sayto me. I have no character left at all. At least, I feel so happy thatI am quite sure I have no character left at all. 

LORD GORING. [_Catches her in his arms and kisses her_. _Then there isa pause of bliss_. ] Dear! Do you know I was awfully afraid of beingrefused!

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Looking up at him_. ] But you never have been refusedyet by anybody, have you, Arthur? I can’t imagine any one refusing you. 

LORD GORING. [_After kissing her again_. ] Of course I’m not nearly goodenough for you, Mabel. 

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Nestling close to him_. ] I am so glad, darling. Iwas afraid you were. 

LORD GORING. [_After some hesitation_. ] And I’m . . . I’m a little overthirty. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Dear, you look weeks younger than that. 

LORD GORING. [_Enthusiastically_. ] How sweet of you to say so! . . . And it is only fair to tell you frankly that I am fearfully extravagant. 

MABEL CHILTERN. But so am I, Arthur. So we’re sure to agree. And now Imust go and see Gertrude. 

LORD GORING. Must you really? [_Kisses her_. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. Yes. 

LORD GORING. Then do tell her I want to talk to her particularly. Ihave been waiting here all the morning to see either her or Robert. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Do you mean to say you didn’t come here expressly topropose to me?

LORD GORING. [_Triumphantly_. ] No; that was a flash of genius. 

MABEL CHILTERN. Your first. 

LORD GORING. [_With determination_. ] My last. 

MABEL CHILTERN. I am delighted to hear it. Now don’t stir. I’ll beback in five minutes. And don’t fall into any temptations while I amaway. 

LORD GORING. Dear Mabel, while you are away, there are none. It makesme horribly dependent on you. 

[_Enter_ LADY CHILTERN. ]

LADY CHILTERN. Good morning, dear! How pretty you are looking!

MABEL CHILTERN. How pale you are looking, Gertrude! It is mostbecoming!

LADY CHILTERN. Good morning, Lord Goring!

LORD GORING. [_Bowing_. ] Good morning, Lady Chiltern!

MABEL CHILTERN. [_Aside to_ LORD GORING. ] I shall be in theconservatory under the second palm tree on the left. 

LORD GORING. Second on the left?

MABEL CHILTERN. [_With a look of mock surprise_. ] Yes; the usual palmtree. 

[_Blows a kiss to him_, _unobserved by_ LADY CHILTERN, _and goes out_. ]

LORD GORING. Lady Chiltern, I have a certain amount of very good news totell you. Mrs. Cheveley gave me up Robert’s letter last night, and Iburned it. Robert is safe. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Sinking on the sofa_. ] Safe! Oh! I am so glad ofthat. What a good friend you are to him—to us!

LORD GORING. There is only one person now that could be said to be inany danger. 

LADY CHILTERN. Who is that?

LORD GORING. [_Sitting down beside her_. ] Yourself. 

LADY CHILTERN. I? In danger? What do you mean?

LORD GORING. Danger is too great a word. It is a word I should not haveused. But I admit I have something to tell you that may distress you, that terribly distresses me. Yesterday evening you wrote me a verybeautiful, womanly letter, asking me for my help. You wrote to me as oneof your oldest friends, one of your husband’s oldest friends. Mrs. Cheveley stole that letter from my rooms. 

LADY CHILTERN. Well, what use is it to her? Why should she not have it?

LORD GORING. [_Rising_. ] Lady Chiltern, I will be quite frank with you. Mrs. Cheveley puts a certain construction on that letter and proposes tosend it to your husband. 

LADY CHILTERN. But what construction could she put on it? . . . Oh! notthat! not that! If I in—in trouble, and wanting your help, trusting you, propose to come to you . . . That you may advise me . . . Assist me . . . Oh! are there women so horrible as that . . . ? And she proposes to sendit to my husband? Tell me what happened. Tell me all that happened. 

LORD GORING. Mrs. Cheveley was concealed in a room adjoining my library, without my knowledge. I thought that the person who was waiting in thatroom to see me was yourself. Robert came in unexpectedly. A chair orsomething fell in the room. He forced his way in, and he discovered her. We had a terrible scene. I still thought it was you. He left me inanger. At the end of everything Mrs. Cheveley got possession of yourletter—she stole it, when or how, I don’t know. 

LADY CHILTERN. At what hour did this happen?

LORD GORING. At half-past ten. And now I propose that we tell Robertthe whole thing at once. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Looking at him with amazement that is almost terror_. ]You want me to tell Robert that the woman you expected was not Mrs. Cheveley, but myself? That it was I whom you thought was concealed in aroom in your house, at half-past ten o’clock at night? You want me totell him that?

LORD GORING. I think it is better that he should know the exact truth. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Rising_. ] Oh, I couldn’t, I couldn’t!

LORD GORING. May I do it?

LADY CHILTERN. No. 

LORD GORING. [_Gravely_. ] You are wrong, Lady Chiltern. 

LADY CHILTERN. No. The letter must be intercepted. That is all. Buthow can I do it? Letters arrive for him every moment of the day. Hissecretaries open them and hand them to him. I dare not ask the servantsto bring me his letters. It would be impossible. Oh! why don’t you tellme what to do?

LORD GORING. Pray be calm, Lady Chiltern, and answer the questions I amgoing to put to you. You said his secretaries open his letters. 

LADY CHILTERN. Yes. 

LORD GORING. Who is with him to-day? Mr. Trafford, isn’t it?

LADY CHILTERN. No. Mr. Montford, I think. 

LORD GORING. You can trust him?

LADY CHILTERN. [_With a gesture of despair_. ] Oh! how do I know?

LORD GORING. He would do what you asked him, wouldn’t he?

LADY CHILTERN. I think so. 

LORD GORING. Your letter was on pink paper. He could recognise itwithout reading it, couldn’t he? By the colour?

LADY CHILTERN. I suppose so. 

LORD GORING. Is he in the house now?

LADY CHILTERN. Yes. 

LORD GORING. Then I will go and see him myself, and tell him that acertain letter, written on pink paper, is to be forwarded to Robertto-day, and that at all costs it must not reach him. [_Goes to thedoor_, _and opens it_. ] Oh! Robert is coming upstairs with the letter inhis hand. It has reached him already. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_With a cry of pain_. ] Oh! you have saved his life;what have you done with mine?

[_Enter_ SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. _He has the letter in his hand_, _and isreading it_. _He comes towards his wife_, _not noticing_ LORD GORING’S_presence_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. ‘I want you. I trust you. I am coming to you. Gertrude. ’ Oh, my love! Is this true? Do you indeed trust me, and wantme? If so, it was for me to come to you, not for you to write of comingto me. This letter of yours, Gertrude, makes me feel that nothing thatthe world may do can hurt me now. You want me, Gertrude?

[LORD GORING, _unseen by_ SIR ROBERT CHILTERN, _makes an imploring signto_ LADY CHILTERN _to accept the situation and_ SIR ROBERT’S _error_. ]

LADY CHILTERN. Yes. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. You trust me, Gertrude?

LADY CHILTERN. Yes. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Ah! why did you not add you loved me?

LADY CHILTERN. [_Taking his hand_. ] Because I loved you. 

[LORD GORING _passes into the conservatory_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Kisses her_. ] Gertrude, you don’t know what Ifeel. When Montford passed me your letter across the table—he had openedit by mistake, I suppose, without looking at the handwriting on theenvelope—and I read it—oh! I did not care what disgrace or punishment wasin store for me, I only thought you loved me still. 

LADY CHILTERN. There is no disgrace in store for you, nor any publicshame. Mrs. Cheveley has handed over to Lord Goring the document thatwas in her possession, and he has destroyed it. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Are you sure of this, Gertrude?

LADY CHILTERN. Yes; Lord Goring has just told me. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Then I am safe! Oh! what a wonderful thing to besafe! For two days I have been in terror. I am safe now. How didArthur destroy my letter? Tell me. 

LADY CHILTERN. He burned it. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I wish I had seen that one sin of my youth burningto ashes. How many men there are in modern life who would like to seetheir past burning to white ashes before them! Is Arthur still here?

LADY CHILTERN. Yes; he is in the conservatory. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I am so glad now I made that speech last night inthe House, so glad. I made it thinking that public disgrace might be theresult. But it has not been so. 

LADY CHILTERN. Public honour has been the result. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I think so. I fear so, almost. For although I amsafe from detection, although every proof against me is destroyed, Isuppose, Gertrude . . . I suppose I should retire from public life? [_Helooks anxiously at his wife_. ]

LADY CHILTERN. [_Eagerly_. ] Oh yes, Robert, you should do that. It isyour duty to do that. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. It is much to surrender. 

LADY CHILTERN. No; it will be much to gain. 

[SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _walks up and down the room with a troubledexpression_. _Then comes over to his wife_, _and puts his hand on hershoulder_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. And you would be happy living somewhere alone withme, abroad perhaps, or in the country away from London, away from publiclife? You would have no regrets?

LADY CHILTERN. Oh! none, Robert. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Sadly_. ] And your ambition for me? You used tobe ambitious for me. 

LADY CHILTERN. Oh, my ambition! I have none now, but that we two maylove each other. It was your ambition that led you astray. Let us nottalk about ambition. 

[LORD GORING _returns from the conservatory_, _looking very pleased withhimself_, _and with an entirely new buttonhole that some one has made forhim_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Going towards him_. ] Arthur, I have to thank youfor what you have done for me. I don’t know how I can repay you. [_Shakes hands with him_. ]

LORD GORING. My dear fellow, I’ll tell you at once. At the presentmoment, under the usual palm tree . . . I mean in the conservatory . . . 

[_Enter_ MASON. ]

MASON. Lord Caversham. 

LORD GORING. That admirable father of mine really makes a habit ofturning up at the wrong moment. It is very heartless of him, veryheartless indeed. 

[_Enter_ LORD CAVERSHAM. MASON _goes out_. ]

LORD CAVERSHAM. Good morning, Lady Chiltern! Warmest congratulations toyou, Chiltern, on your brilliant speech last night. I have just left thePrime Minister, and you are to have the vacant seat in the Cabinet. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_With a look of joy and triumph_. ] A seat in theCabinet?

LORD CAVERSHAM. Yes; here is the Prime Minister’s letter. [_Handsletter_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Takes letter and reads it_. ] A seat in theCabinet!

LORD CAVERSHAM. Certainly, and you well deserve it too. You have gotwhat we want so much in political life nowadays—high character, highmoral tone, high principles. [_To_ LORD GORING. ] Everything that youhave not got, sir, and never will have. 

LORD GORING. I don’t like principles, father. I prefer prejudices. 

[SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _is on the brink of accepting the Prime Minister’soffer_, _when he sees wife looking at him with her clear_, _candid eyes_. _He then realises that it is impossible_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I cannot accept this offer, Lord Caversham. I havemade up my mind to decline it. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Decline it, sir!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. My intention is to retire at once from public life. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Angrily_. ] Decline a seat in the Cabinet, and retirefrom public life? Never heard such damned nonsense in the whole courseof my existence. I beg your pardon, Lady Chiltern. Chiltern, I beg yourpardon. [_To_ LORD GORING. ] Don’t grin like that, sir. 

LORD GORING. No, father. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Lady Chiltern, you are a sensible woman, the mostsensible woman in London, the most sensible woman I know. Will youkindly prevent your husband from making such a . . . From taking such. . . Will you kindly do that, Lady Chiltern?

LADY CHILTERN. I think my husband in right in his determination, LordCaversham. I approve of it. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. You approve of it? Good heavens!

LADY CHILTERN. [_Taking her husband’s hand_. ] I admire him for it. Iadmire him immensely for it. I have never admired him so much before. He is finer than even I thought him. [_To_ SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. ] Youwill go and write your letter to the Prime Minister now, won’t you?Don’t hesitate about it, Robert. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_With a touch of bitterness_. ] I suppose I hadbetter write it at once. Such offers are not repeated. I will ask youto excuse me for a moment, Lord Caversham. 

LADY CHILTERN. I may come with you, Robert, may I not?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Yes, Gertrude. 

[LADY CHILTERN _goes out with him_. ]

LORD CAVERSHAM. What is the matter with this family? Something wronghere, eh? [_Tapping his forehead_. ] Idiocy? Hereditary, I suppose. Both of them, too. Wife as well as husband. Very sad. Very sad indeed!And they are not an old family. Can’t understand it. 

LORD GORING. It is not idiocy, father, I assure you. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. What is it then, sir?

LORD GORING. [_After some hesitation_. ] Well, it is what is callednowadays a high moral tone, father. That is all. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Hate these new-fangled names. Same thing as we used tocall idiocy fifty years ago. Shan’t stay in this house any longer. 

LORD GORING. [_Taking his arm_. ] Oh! just go in here for a moment, father. Third palm tree to the left, the usual palm tree. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. What, sir?

LORD GORING. I beg your pardon, father, I forgot. The conservatory, father, the conservatory—there is some one there I want you to talk to. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. What about, sir?

LORD GORING. About me, father, LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Grimly_. ] Not a subject on which much eloquence ispossible. 

LORD GORING. No, father; but the lady is like me. She doesn’t care muchfor eloquence in others. She thinks it a little loud. 

[LORD CAVERSHAM _goes out into the conservatory_. LADY CHILTERN_enters_. ]

LORD GORING. Lady Chiltern, why are you playing Mrs. Cheveley’s cards?

LADY CHILTERN. [_Startled_. ] I don’t understand you. 

LORD GORING. Mrs. Cheveley made an attempt to ruin your husband. Eitherto drive him from public life, or to make him adopt a dishonourableposition. From the latter tragedy you saved him. The former you are nowthrusting on him. Why should you do him the wrong Mrs. Cheveley tried todo and failed?

LADY CHILTERN. Lord Goring?

LORD GORING. [_Pulling himself together for a great effort_, _andshowing the philosopher that underlies the dandy_. ] Lady Chiltern, allowme. You wrote me a letter last night in which you said you trusted meand wanted my help. Now is the moment when you really want my help, nowis the time when you have got to trust me, to trust in my counsel andjudgment. You love Robert. Do you want to kill his love for you? Whatsort of existence will he have if you rob him of the fruits of hisambition, if you take him from the splendour of a great political career, if you close the doors of public life against him, if you condemn him tosterile failure, he who was made for triumph and success? Women are notmeant to judge us, but to forgive us when we need forgiveness. Pardon, not punishment, is their mission. Why should you scourge him with rodsfor a sin done in his youth, before he knew you, before he knew himself?A man’s life is of more value than a woman’s. It has larger issues, wider scope, greater ambitions. A woman’s life revolves in curves ofemotions. It is upon lines of intellect that a man’s life progresses. Don’t make any terrible mistake, Lady Chiltern. A woman who can keep aman’s love, and love him in return, has done all the world wants ofwomen, or should want of them. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Troubled and hesitating_. ] But it is my husbandhimself who wishes to retire from public life. He feels it is his duty. It was he who first said so. 

LORD GORING. Rather than lose your love, Robert would do anything, wreckhis whole career, as he is on the brink of doing now. He is making foryou a terrible sacrifice. Take my advice, Lady Chiltern, and do notaccept a sacrifice so great. If you do, you will live to repent itbitterly. We men and women are not made to accept such sacrifices fromeach other. We are not worthy of them. Besides, Robert has beenpunished enough. 

LADY CHILTERN. We have both been punished. I set him up too high. 

LORD GORING. [_With deep feeling in his voice_. ] Do not for that reasonset him down now too low. If he has fallen from his altar, do not thrusthim into the mire. Failure to Robert would be the very mire of shame. Power is his passion. He would lose everything, even his power to feellove. Your husband’s life is at this moment in your hands, yourhusband’s love is in your hands. Don’t mar both for him. 

[_Enter_ SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Gertrude, here is the draft of my letter. Shall Iread it to you?

LADY CHILTERN. Let me see it. 

[SIR ROBERT _hands her the letter_. _She reads it_, _and then_, _with agesture of passion_, _tears it up_. ]

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. What are you doing?

LADY CHILTERN. A man’s life is of more value than a woman’s. It haslarger issues, wider scope, greater ambitions. Our lives revolve incurves of emotions. It is upon lines of intellect that a man’s lifeprogresses. I have just learnt this, and much else with it, from LordGoring. And I will not spoil your life for you, nor see you spoil it asa sacrifice to me, a useless sacrifice!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Gertrude! Gertrude!

LADY CHILTERN. You can forget. Men easily forget. And I forgive. Thatis how women help the world. I see that now. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Deeply overcome by emotion_, _embraces her_. ] Mywife! my wife! [_To_ LORD GORING. ] Arthur, it seems that I am always tobe in your debt. 

LORD GORING. Oh dear no, Robert. Your debt is to Lady Chiltern, not tome!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I owe you much. And now tell me what you weregoing to ask me just now as Lord Caversham came in. 

LORD GORING. Robert, you are your sister’s guardian, and I want yourconsent to my marriage with her. That is all. 

LADY CHILTERN. Oh, I am so glad! I am so glad! [_Shakes hands with_LORD GORING. ]

LORD GORING. Thank you, Lady Chiltern. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_With a troubled look_. ] My sister to be yourwife?

LORD GORING. Yes. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Speaking with great firmness_. ] Arthur, I amvery sorry, but the thing is quite out of the question. I have to thinkof Mabel’s future happiness. And I don’t think her happiness would besafe in your hands. And I cannot have her sacrificed!

LORD GORING. Sacrificed!

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Yes, utterly sacrificed. Loveless marriages arehorrible. But there is one thing worse than an absolutely lovelessmarriage. A marriage in which there is love, but on one side only;faith, but on one side only; devotion, but on one side only, and in whichof the two hearts one is sure to be broken. 

LORD GORING. But I love Mabel. No other woman has any place in my life. 

LADY CHILTERN. Robert, if they love each other, why should they not bemarried?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Arthur cannot bring Mabel the love that shedeserves. 

LORD GORING. What reason have you for saying that?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_After a pause_. ] Do you really require me totell you?

LORD GORING. Certainly I do. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. As you choose. When I called on you yesterdayevening I found Mrs. Cheveley concealed in your rooms. It was betweenten and eleven o’clock at night. I do not wish to say anything more. Your relations with Mrs. Cheveley have, as I said to you last night, nothing whatsoever to do with me. I know you were engaged to be marriedto her once. The fascination she exercised over you then seems to havereturned. You spoke to me last night of her as of a woman pure andstainless, a woman whom you respected and honoured. That may be so. ButI cannot give my sister’s life into your hands. It would be wrong of me. It would be unjust, infamously unjust to her. 

LORD GORING. I have nothing more to say. 

LADY CHILTERN. Robert, it was not Mrs. Cheveley whom Lord Goringexpected last night. 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Not Mrs. Cheveley! Who was it then?

LORD GORING. Lady Chiltern!

LADY CHILTERN. It was your own wife. Robert, yesterday afternoon LordGoring told me that if ever I was in trouble I could come to him forhelp, as he was our oldest and best friend. Later on, after thatterrible scene in this room, I wrote to him telling him that I trustedhim, that I had need of him, that I was coming to him for help andadvice. [SIR ROBERT CHILTERN _takes the letter out of his pocket_. ]Yes, that letter. I didn’t go to Lord Goring’s, after all. I felt thatit is from ourselves alone that help can come. Pride made me think that. Mrs. Cheveley went. She stole my letter and sent it anonymously to youthis morning, that you should think . . . Oh! Robert, I cannot tell youwhat she wished you to think. . . . 

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. What! Had I fallen so low in your eyes that youthought that even for a moment I could have doubted your goodness?Gertrude, Gertrude, you are to me the white image of all good things, andsin can never touch you. Arthur, you can go to Mabel, and you have mybest wishes! Oh! stop a moment. There is no name at the beginning ofthis letter. The brilliant Mrs. Cheveley does not seem to have noticedthat. There should be a name. 

LADY CHILTERN. Let me write yours. It is you I trust and need. You andnone else. 

LORD GORING. Well, really, Lady Chiltern, I think I should have back myown letter. 

LADY CHILTERN. [_Smiling_. ] No; you shall have Mabel. [_Takes theletter and writes her husband’s name on it_. ]

LORD GORING. Well, I hope she hasn’t changed her mind. It’s nearlytwenty minutes since I saw her last. 

[_Enter_ MABEL CHILTERN _and_ LORD CAVERSHAM. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. Lord Goring, I think your father’s conversation muchmore improving than yours. I am only going to talk to Lord Caversham inthe future, and always under the usual palm tree. 

LORD GORING. Darling! [_Kisses her_. ]

LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Considerably taken aback_. ] What does this mean, sir?You don’t mean to say that this charming, clever young lady has been sofoolish as to accept you?

LORD GORING. Certainly, father! And Chiltern’s been wise enough toaccept the seat in the Cabinet. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. I am very glad to hear that, Chiltern . . . Icongratulate you, sir. If the country doesn’t go to the dogs or theRadicals, we shall have you Prime Minister, some day. 

[_Enter_ MASON. ]

MASON. Luncheon is on the table, my Lady!

[MASON _goes out_. ]

MABEL CHILTERN. You’ll stop to luncheon, Lord Caversham, won’t you?

LORD CAVERSHAM. With pleasure, and I’ll drive you down to Downing Streetafterwards, Chiltern. You have a great future before you, a greatfuture. Wish I could say the same for you, sir. [_To_ LORD GORING. ]But your career will have to be entirely domestic. 

LORD GORING. Yes, father, I prefer it domestic. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. And if you don’t make this young lady an ideal husband, I’ll cut you off with a shilling. 

MABEL CHILTERN. An ideal husband! Oh, I don’t think I should like that. It sounds like something in the next world. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. What do you want him to be then, dear?

MABEL CHILTERN. He can be what he chooses. All I want is to be . . . Tobe . . . Oh! a real wife to him. 

LORD CAVERSHAM. Upon my word, there is a good deal of common sense inthat, Lady Chiltern. 

[_They all go out except_ SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. _He sinks in a chair_, _wrapt in thought_. _After a little time_ LADY CHILTERN _returns to lookfor him_. ]

LADY CHILTERN. [_Leaning over the back of the chair_. ] Aren’t youcoming in, Robert?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [_Taking her hand_. ] Gertrude, is it love you feelfor me, or is it pity merely?

LADY CHILTERN. [_Kisses him_. ] It is love, Robert. Love, and onlylove. For both of us a new life is beginning. 

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