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ARBUTHNOT. It was the eldest son who succeeded, of course,

       Lady Hunstanton?

      LADY HUNSTANTON. No, dear, he was killed in the hunting field. Or

       was it fishing, Caroline? I forget. But George came in for

       everything. I always tell him that no younger son has ever had

       such good luck as he has had.

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Lady Hunstanton, I want to speak to Gerald at once. Might I see him? Can he be sent for?

      LADY HUNSTANTON. Certainly, dear. I will send one of the servants into the dining-room to fetch him. I don’t know what keeps the gentlemen so long. [Rings bell.] When I knew Lord Illingworth first as plain George Harford, he was simply a very brilliant young man about town, with not a penny of money except what poor dear Lady Cecilia gave him. She was quite devoted to him. Chiefly, I fancy, because he was on bad terms with his father. Oh, here is the dear Archdeacon. [To Servant.] It doesn’t matter.

      [Enter SIR JOHN and DOCTOR DAUBENY. SIR JOHN goes over to LADY

       STUTFIELD, DOCTOR DAUBENY to LADY HUNSTANTON.]

      THE ARCHDEACON. Lord Illingworth has been most entertaining. I have never enjoyed myself more. [Sees MRS. ARBUTHNOT.] Ah, Mrs. Arbuthnot.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. [To DOCTOR DAUBENY.] You see I have got Mrs.

       Arbuthnot to come to me at last.

      THE ARCHDEACON. That is a great honour, Lady Hunstanton. Mrs.

       Daubeny will be quite jealous of you.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. Ah, I am so sorry Mrs. Daubeny could not come with you tonight. Headache as usual, I suppose.

      THE ARCHDEACON. Yes, Lady Hunstanton; a perfect martyr. But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.

      LADY CAROLINE. [To her husband.] John! [SIR JOHN goes over to his wife. DOCTOR DAUBENY talks to LADY HUNSTANTON and MRS. ARBUTHNOT.]

      [MRS. ARBUTHNOT watches LORD ILLINGWORTH the whole time. He has passed across the room without noticing her, and approaches MRS. ALLONBY, who with LADY STUTFIELD is standing by the door looking on to the terrace.]

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. How is the most charming woman in the world?

      MRS. ALLONBY. [Taking LADY STUTFIELD by the hand.] We are both quite well, thank you, Lord Illingworth. But what a short time you have been in the dining-room! It seems as if we had only just left.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. I was bored to death. Never opened my lips the whole time. Absolutely longing to come in to you.

      MRS. ALLONBY. You should have. The American girl has been giving us a lecture.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Really? All Americans lecture, I believe. I suppose it is something in their climate. What did she lecture about?

      MRS. ALLONBY. Oh, Puritanism, of course.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. I am going to convert her, am I not? How long do you give me?

      MRS. ALLONBY. A week.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. A week is more than enough.

      [Enter GERALD and LORD ALFRED.]

      GERALD. [Going to MRS. ARBUTHNOT.] Dear mother!

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Gerald, I don’t feel at all well. See me home,

       Gerald. I shouldn’t have come.

      GERALD. I am so sorry, mother. Certainly. But you must know Lord

       Illingworth first. [Goes across room.]

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Not tonight, Gerald.

      GERALD. Lord Illingworth, I want you so much to know my mother.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. With the greatest pleasure. [To MRS. ALLONBY.] I’ll be back in a moment. People’s mothers always bore me to death. All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy.

      MRS. ALLONBY. No man does. That is his.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. What a delightful mood you are in tonight! [Turns round and goes across with GERALD to MRS. ARBUTHNOT. When he sees her, he starts back in wonder. Then slowly his eyes turn towards GERALD.]

      GERALD. Mother, this is Lord Illingworth, who has offered to take me as his private secretary. [MRS. ARBUTHNOT bows coldly.] It is a wonderful opening for me, isn’t it? I hope he won’t be disappointed in me, that is all. You’ll thank Lord Illingworth, mother, won’t you?

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Lord Illingworth in very good, I am sure, to interest himself in you for the moment.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. [Putting his hand on GERALD’s shoulder.] Oh,

       Gerald and I are great friends already, Mrs … Arbuthnot.

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. There can be nothing in common between you and my son, Lord Illingworth.

      GERALD. Dear mother, how can you say so? Of course Lord Illingworth is awfully clever and that sort of thing. There is nothing Lord Illingworth doesn’t know.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. My dear boy!

      GERALD. He knows more about life than any one I have ever met. I feel an awful duffer when I am with you, Lord Illingworth. Of course, I have had so few advantages. I have not been to Eton or Oxford like other chaps. But Lord Illingworth doesn’t seem to mind that. He has been awfully good to me, mother.

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Lord Illingworth may change his mind. He may not really want you as his secretary.

      GERALD. Mother!

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. You must remember, as you said yourself, you have had so few advantages.

      MRS. ALLONBY. Lord Illingworth, I want to speak to you for a moment. Do come over.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Will you excuse me, Mrs. Arbuthnot? Now, don’t let your charming mother make any more difficulties, Gerald. The thing is quite settled, isn’t it?

      GERALD. I hope so. [LORD ILLINGWORTH goes across to MRS.

       ARBUTHNOT.]

      MRS. ALLONBY. I thought you were never going to leave the lady in black velvet.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. She is excessively handsome. [Looks at MRS.

       ARBUTHNOT.]

      LADY HUNSTANTON. Caroline, shall we all make a move to the music-room? Miss Worsley is going to play. You’ll come too, dear Mrs. Arbuthnot, won’t you? You don’t know what a treat is in store for you. [To DOCTOR DAUBENY.] I must really take Miss Worsley down some afternoon to the rectory. I should so much like dear Mrs. Daubeny to hear her on the violin. Ah, I forgot. Dear Mrs. Daubeny’s hearing is a little defective, is it not?

      THE ARCHDEACON. Her deafness is a great privation to her. She can’t even hear my sermons now. She reads them at home. But she has many resources in herself, many resources.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. She reads a good deal, I suppose?

      THE ARCHDEACON. Just the very largest print. The eyesight is rapidly going. But she’s never morbid, never morbid.

      GERALD. [To LORD ILLINGWORTH.] Do speak to my mother, Lord Illingworth, before you go into the music-room. She seems to think, somehow, you don’t mean what you said to me.

      MRS. ALLONBY. Aren’t you coming?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. In a few moments. Lady Hunstanton, if Mrs. Arbuthnot would allow me, I would like to say a few words to her, and we will join you later on.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. Ah, of course. You will have a great deal to say to her, and she will have a great deal to thank you for. It is not every son who gets such an offer, Mrs. Arbuthnot. But