.^^l \^^ THi.r BOOK IS how PUBLUhED BY lOMM LAN Cat THE BODLEY HE.AD Ih VIGO 5T LOhD9NW University of California • Berkeley From the Collection of Edward Hellman Heller and Elinor Raas Heller A WOMAN OF NO IMPORTANCE BY OSCAR WILDE LONDON fe^ S»» JOHN LANE AT THE SIGN OF THE BODLEY HEAD IN VIGO STREET MDCCCXCIV S^ Edinburgh : T. and A. Constable, Printers to Her Majesty TO GLADYS COUNTESS DE GREY Copyright, September 1894. All rights reserved. Entered at Stationers^ Hall. Entered at the Library of Congress, Washington, U.S. A THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY LORD ILLINGWORTH SIR JOHN PONTEFRACT LORD ALFRED RUFFORD MR. KELVIL, M.P. THE VEN. ARCHDEACON DAUBENY, D.D. GERALD ARBUTHNOT FARQUHAR, Butler FRANCIS, Footman LADY HUNSTANTON LADY CAROLINE PONTEFRACT LADY STUTFIELD MRS. ALLONBY MISS HESTER WORSLEY ALICE, Maid MRS. ARBUTHNOT Of this edition 500 copies have been prifited THE SCENES OF THE PLAY Act I The Terrace at Hunstanton Chase. Act II The Drawing-room at Hunstanton Chase. Act III The Hall at Hunstanton Chase. Act IV Sitting-room in Mrs. Arbuthnofs House at Wrockley. Time The Present. Place The Shires. The action of the play takes place within twenty-four hotirs. LONDON: HAYMARKET THEATRE Lessee and Manager : Mr. H. Beerbohm Tree April igtk, 1893 Lord Illingworth . . Sir John Pontefract . Lord Alfred Rufford Mr. Kelvil, M.P. . . . The Ven. Archdeacon Daubeny, D.D. . . . Gerald Arbuthnot . Farquhar {Butler) . . Francis {Footman) . . Lady Hunstanton . . Lady Caroline Ponte- fract Lady Stutfield . . . Mrs. Allonby .... Miss Hester Worsley Alice {Maid) . . . . Mrs. Arbuthnot . . . Mr. Tree. Mr. E. Hohnan Clark. Mr. Ernest Law ford. Mr. Charles Allan. Mr. Kenible. Mr. Terry. Mr. Hay. Mr. Montague. Miss Rose Leclercq. Miss Le Thiere. Miss Blanche Horlock. Mrs. Tree. Miss Julia Neilson. Miss Kelly. Mrs. Bernard-Beere. A WOMAN OF NO IMPORTANCE FIRST ACT Scene — Lawn in front of the terrace at Hun- stanton. \^Sir fohn and Lady Caroline Pontefract, Miss Worsley, on chairs under large yew tree.] LADY CAROLINE I believe this is the first EngHsh country house you have stayed at, Miss Worsley ? HESTER Yes, Lady Caroline. LADY CAROLINE You have no country houses, I am told, in America ? HESTER We have not many. LADY CAROLINE Have you any country ? What we should call country ? I A HESTER \^SiniHng.'\ We have the largest country in the world, Lady Caroline. They used to tell us at school that some of our states are as big as France and England put together. LADY CAROLINE Ah ! you must find it very draughty, I should fancy. [71? Sir John.^ John, you should have your muffler. What is the use of my always knitting mufflers for you if you won't wear them ? SIR JOHN I am quite warm, Caroline, I assure you. LADY CAROLINE I think not, John. Well, you couldn't come to a more charming place than this, Miss Worsley, though the house is excessively damp, quite un- pardonably damp, and dear Lady Hunstanton is sometimes a little lax about the people she asks down here. \^To Sir Jo/in.^ Jane mixes too much. Lord Illingworth, of course, is a man of high distinction. It is a privilege to meet him. And that member of Parliament, Mr. Kettle SIR JOHN Kelvil, my love, Kelvil. LADY CAROLINE He must be quite respectable. One has never 2 heard his name before in the whole course of one's life, which speaks volumes for a man, now- a-days. But Mrs. Allonby is hardly a very suit- able person. HESTER I dislike Mrs. Allonby. I dislike her more than I can say. LADY CAROLINE I am not sure. Miss Worsley, that foreigners like yourself should cultivate likes or dislikes about the people they are invited to meet. Mrs. Allonby is very well born. She is a niece of Lord Brancaster's. It is said, of course, that she ran away twice before she was married. But you know how unfair people often are. I myself don't believe she ran away more than once. HESTER Mr. Arbuthnot is very charming. LADY CAROLINE Ah, yes ! the young man who has a post in a bank. Lady Hunstanton is most kind in asking him here, and Lord IlHngworth seems to have taken quite a fancy to him. I am not sure, how- ever, that Jane is right in taking him out of his position. In my young days. Miss Worsley, one never met any one in society who worked for their living. It was not considered the thing. HESTER In America those are the people we respect most. LADY CAROLINE I have no doubt of it. HESTER Mr. Arbuthnot has a beautiful nature ! He is so simple, so sincere. He has one of the most beautiful natures I have ever come across. It is a privilege to meet Jiitti. LADY CAROLINE It is not customary in England, Miss Worsley, for a young lady to speak with such enthusiasm of any person of the opposite sex. English women conceal their feelings till after they are married. They show them then. HESTER Do you, in England, allow no friendship to exist between a young man and a young girl ? \Enter Lady Hunstanton followed by Footman with shawls and a cushion.^ LADY CAROLINE We think it very inadvisable. Jane, I was just saying what a pleasant party you have asked us to meet. You have a wonderful power of selection. It is quite a gift. LADY HUNSTANTON Dear Caroline, how kind of you ! I think we all do fit in very nicely together. And I hope our charming American visitor will carry back pleas- ant recollections of our English country life. [To Footviani\ The cushion there, Francis. And my shawl. The Shetland. Get the Shetland. \Exit Footman for shawl.'] [Enter Gerald Arbuthnot^ GERALD Lady Hunstanton, I have such good news to tell you. Lord Illingworth has just offered to make me his secretary. LADY HUNSTANTON His secretary? That is good news indeed, Gerald. It means a very brilliant future in store for you. Your dear mother will be delighted. I really must try and induce her to come up here to-night. Do you think she would, Gerald ? I know how difficult it is to get her to go any- where. GERALD Oh ! I am sure she would, Lady Hunstanton, if she knew Lord Illingworth had made me such an offer. [Etiter Footjnan with shawl.'] 5 LADY HUNSTANTON I will write and tell her about it, and ask her to come up and meet him. [To Footman.'] Just wait, Francis. [ Writes letter.'] LADY CAROLINE That is a very wonderful opening for so young a man as you are, Mr. Arbuthnot. GERALD It is indeed, Lady Caroline. I trust I shall be able to show myself worthy of it. LADY CAROLINE I trust so. GERALD [To Hester.] You have not congratulated me yet, Miss Worsley. HESTER Are you very pleased about it ? GERALD Of course I am. It means everything to me — things that were out of the reach of hope before may be within hope's reach now. HESTER Nothing should be out of the reach of hope. Life is a hope. 6 LADY HUNSTANTON I fancy, Caroline, that Diplomacy is what Lord Illingworth is aiming at. I heard that he was offered Vienna. But that may not be true. LADY CAROLINE I don't think that England should be repre- sented abroad by an unmarried man, Jane. It might lead to complications. LADY HUNSTANTON You are too nervous, Caroline. Believe me, you are too nervous. Besides, Lord Illingworth may marry any day. I was in hopes he would have married Lady Kelso. But I believe he said her family was too large. Or was it her feet ? I forget which. I regret it very much. She was made to be an ambassador's wife. LADY CAROLINE She certainly has a wonderful faculty of remem- bering people's names, and forgetting their faces. LADY HUNSTANTON Well, that is very natural, Caroline, is it not? [To Footman.'] Tell Henry to wait for an answer. I have written a line to your dear mother, Gerald, to tell her your good news, and to say she really must come to dinner. [Exit Footman.'] GERALD That is awfully kind of you, Lady Hunstanton. [To Hesteri\ Will you come for a stroll, Miss Worsley ? HESTER With pleasure. \Exit with Gerald^ LADY HUNSTANTON I am very much gratified at Gerald Arbuthnot's good fortune. He is quite a protege of mine. And I am particularly pleased that Lord Illing- worth should have made the offer of his own accord without my suggesting anything. Nobody likes to be asked favours. I remember poor Charlotte Pagden making herself quite unpopular one season, because she had a French governess she wanted to recommend to every one. LADY CAROLINE I saw the governess, Jane. Lady Pagden sent her to me. It was before Eleanor came out. She was far too good-looking to be in any respectable household. I don't wonder Lady Pagden was so anxious to get rid of her. LADY HUNSTANTON Ah, that explains it. LADY CAROLINE John, the grass is too damp for you. You 8 had better go and put on your overshoes at once. SIR JOHN I am quite comfortable, Caroline, I assure you. LADY CAROLINE You must allow me to be the best judge of that, John. Pray do as I tell you. [Sir John gets up and goes off^ LADY HUNSTANTON You spoil him, Caroline, you do indeed ! \Enter Mrs. Allonby and Lady Stutfield.'] [To Mrs. Allonby.^ Well, dear, I hope you like the park. It is said to be well timbered. MRS. ALLONBY The trees are wonderful, Lady Hunstanton. LADY STUTFIELD Quite, quite wonderful. MRS. ALLONBY But somehow, I feel sure that if I lived in the country for six months, I should become so un- sophisticated that no one would take the slightest notice of me. Q B LADY HUNSTANTON I assure you, dear, that the country has not that effect at all. Why, it was from Melthorpe, which is only two miles from here, that Lady Bel- ton eloped with Lord Fethersdale. I remember the occurrence perfectly. Poor Lord Belton died three days afterwards of joy, or gout. I forget which. We had a large party staying here at the time, so we were all very much interested in the whole affair. MRS. ALLONBY I think to elope is cowardly. It 's running away from danger. And danger has become so rare in modern life. LADY CAROLINE As far as I can make out, the young women of the present day seem to make it the sole object of their lives to be always playing with fire. MRS. ALLONBY The one advantage of playing with fire. Lady Caroline, is that one never gets even singed. It is the people who don't know how to play with it who get burned up. LADY STUTFIELD Yes ; I see that. It is very, very helpful. 10 LADY HUNSTANTON I don't know how the world would get on with such a theory as that, dear Mrs. Allonby. LADY STUTFIELD Ah ! The world was made for men and not for women. MRS. ALLONBY Oh, don't say that, Lady Stutfield. We have a much better time than they have. There are far more things forbidden to us than are forbidden to them. LADY STUTFIELD Yes ; that is quite, quite true. I had not ought of that. [Enter Sir John and Mr. Kelvili\ LADY HUNSTANTON Well, Mr. Kelvil, have you got through your work ? KELVIL I have finished my writing for the day, Lady Hunstanton. It has been an arduous task. The demands on the time of a public man are very heavy now-a-days, very heavy indeed. And I don't think they meet with adequate recognition. II LADY CAROLINE John, have you got your overshoes on ? SIR JOHN Yes, my love. LADY CAROLINE I think you had better come over here, John. It is more sheltered. SIR JOHN I am quite comfortable, Caroline. LADY CAROLINE I think not, John. You had better sit beside me. \^Sir JoJm rises ajid goes across."] LADY STUTFIELD And what have you been writing about this morning, Mr. Kelvil? KELVIL On the usual subject, Lady Stutfield. On Purity. LADY STUTFIELD That must be such a very, very interesting thing to write about. 12 KELVIL It is the one subject of really national import- ance, now-a-days, Lady Stutfield. I purpose addressing my constituents on the question before Parliament meets. I find that the poorer classes of this country display a marked desire for a higher ethical standard. LADY STUTFIELD How quite, quite nice of them. LADY CAROLINE Are you in favour of women taking part in politics, Mr. Kettle ? SIR JOHN Kelvil, my love, Kelvil. KELVIL The growing influence of women is the one reassuring thing in our political life. Lady Caroline. Women are always on the side of morality, public and private. LADY STUTFIELD It is so very, very gratifying to hear you say that. LADY HUNSTANTON Ah, yes ! the moral qualities in women — that is 13 the important thing. I am afraid, Caroline, that dear Lord Illingworth doesn't value the moral qualities in women as much as he should. [Enter Lord Illingworth?^ LADY STUTFIELD The world says that Lord Illingworth is very, very wicked. LORD ILLINGWORTH But what world says that. Lady Stutfield } It must be the next world. This world and I are on excellent terms. \Sits down beside Mrs. Allonby.^ LADY STUTFIELD Every one / know says you are very, very wicked. LORD ILLINGWORTH It is perfectly monstrous the way people go about, now-a-days, saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true. LADY HUNSTANTON Dear Lord Illingworth is quite hopeless, Lady Stutfield. I have given up trying to reform him. It would take a Public Company with a Board of Directors and a paid Secretary to do that. But you have the secretary already, Lord Illingworth, 14 haven't you ? Gerald Arbuthnot has told us of his good fortune ; it is really most kind of you. LORD ILLINGWORTH Oh, don't say that, Lady Hunstanton. Kind is a dreadful word. I took a great fancy to young Arbuthnot the moment I met him, and he '11 be of considerable use to me in something I am foolish enough to think of doing. LADY HUNSTANTON He is an admirable young man. And his mother is one of my dearest friends. He has just gone for a walk with our pretty American. She is very pretty, is she not ? LADY CAROLINE Far too pretty. These American girls carry off all the good matches. Why can't they stay in their own country ? They are always telling us it is the Paradise of women. LORD ILLINGWORTH It is, Lady Caroline. That is why, like Eve, they are so extremely anxious to get out of it. LADY CAROLINE Who are Miss Worsley's parents ? 15 LORD ILLINGWORTH American women are wonderfully clever in concealing their parents. LADY HUNSTANTON My dear Lord Illingworth, what do you mean ? Miss Worsley, Caroline, is an orphan. Her father was a very wealthy millionaire, or philanthropist, or both, I believe, who entertained my son quite hospitably, when he visited Boston. I don't know how he made his money, originally. KELVIL I fancy in American dry goods. LADY HUNSTANTON What are American dry goods ? LORD ILLINGWORTH American novels. LADY HUNSTANTON How very singular ! . . . Well, from whatever source her large fortune came, I have a great esteem for Miss Worsley. She dresses exceedingly well. All Americans do dress well. They get their clothes in Paris. MRS. ALLONBY They say, Lady Hunstanton, that when good Americans die they go to Paris. i6 LADY HUNSTANTON Indeed ? And when bad Americans die, where do they go to ? LORD ILLINGWORTH Oh, they go to America. KELVIL I am afraid you don't appreciate America, Lord Illingworth. It is a very remarkable country, especially considering its youth. LORD ILLINGWORTH The youth of America is their oldest tradition. It has been going on now for three hundred years. To hear them talk one would imagine they were in their first childhood. As far as civilisation goes they are in their second. KELVIL There is undoubtedly a great deal of corruption in American politics, I suppose you allude to that ? LORD ILLINGWORTH I wonder. LADY HUNSTANTON Politics are in a very sad way everywhere, I 17 C am told. The}- certainly arc in England. Dear Mr. Cardew is ruining- the country. I wonder Mrs. Cardew allows him. I am sure, Lord Illingworth, you don't think that uneducated people should be allowed to have votes ? LORD ILLINGWORTH I think they are the only people who should. KELVIL Do you take no side then in modern politics, Lord Illingworth ? LORD ILLINGWORTH One should never take sides in anything, Mr. Kelvil. Taking sides is the beginning of sincerity. and earnestness follows shortly afterwards, and the human being becomes a bore. However, the House of Commons really does very little harm. You can't make people good by Act of Parlia- ment, — that is something. KELVIL You cannot deny that the House of Commons has ahx'ays shown great sympathy with the suffer- ings of the poor. LORD ILLINGWORTH That is its special vice. That is the special vice of the age. One should sympathise with the i8 joy, the bcatity, the cok«r of life. The about life's sores the better^ Mr. KisIviX KELVIL Still cur East Eiid is a very f- -. . ":int («roUem, LOkL» ILLIKGWOfcTH Quite so. It is the problem of slavery. And we are trying to sohre it by 2ammng fht lAawes, LADY HUSSTAJiTOS Certainly, a great d'::^.! mjay be dotve by means of cheap er;teTtair.rri';rr.t-,, as yon say, Lord lUmg- worth. Dear Dr, Da-ubeny, our rector here, fwovides, v/ith the a-,-atar.o£ of hh cerates, really admirable recreations for the poor during ttit winter. And much good may be done by means of a magic lantern, or a mssnonafy, or some popular amusetaent of that kind. LADY CAKOLISE I am not at all in favoar of amttsemeots for the poor, Jane. Blankets and coals are sufficient. There is too modi )ove of pieasoie amoi^pst the opper classes as it is. Health is what we want in modem life. The tone is not healthy, not bealtl^ at all KEL\^L You are quite right. Lady Carolhse. 19 LADY CAROLINE I believe I am usually right. MRS. ALLONBY Horrid word ' health.' LORD ILLINGWORTH Silliest word in our language, and one knows so well the popular idea of health. The English country gentleman galloping after a fox — the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable. KELVIL May I ask, Lord Illingworth, if you regard the House of Lords as a better institution than the House of Commons ? LORD ILLINGWORTH A much better institution, of course. We in the House of Lords are never in touch with public opinion. That makes us a civilised body. KELVIL Are you serious in putting forward such a view? LORD ILLINGWORTH Quite serious, Mr. Kelvil. [To Mrs. Allonby.'] 20 Vulgar habit that is people have now-a-days of asking one, after one has given them an idea, whether one is serious or not. Nothing is serious except passion. The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been. It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all. The only serious form of intellect I know is the British intellect. And on the British intellect the illiterates play the drum. LADY HUNSTANTON What are you saying, Lord Illingworth, about the drum } LORD ILLINGWORTH I was merely talking to Mrs. Allonby about the leading articles in the London newspapers. LADY HUNSTANTON But do you believe all that is written in the newspapers .'' LORD ILLINGWORTH I do. Now-a-days it is only the unreadable that occurs. [Rises zuith Mrs. Allonby^ LADY HUNSTANTON Are you going, Mrs. Allonby ? 21 MRS. ALLONBY Just as far as the conservatory. Lord Illing- worth told me this morning that there was an orchid there as beautiful as the seven deadly sins. LADY HUNSTANTON My dear, I hope there is nothing of the kind. I will certainly speak to the gardener. [Exit Airs. Allonby and Lord Illhigworth^ LADY CAROLINE Remarkable type, Mrs. Allonby. LADY HUNSTANTON She lets her clever tongue run away with her sometimes. LADY CAROLINE Is that the only thing, Jane, Mrs. Allonby allows to run away with her .'' LADY HUNSTANTON I hope so, Caroline, I am sure, \Enter Lord Alfred^ Dear Lord Alfred, do join us. \Lord Alfred sits down beside Lady Stiitfield?^ LADY CAROLINE You believe good of every one, Jane. It is a great fault. 22 LADY STUTFIELD Do you really, really think, Lady Caroline, that one should believe evil of every one ? LADY CAROLINE I think it is much safer to do so, Lady Stutfield. Until, of course, people are found out to be good. But that requires a great deal of investigation, novv-a-days. LADY STUTFIELD But there is so much unkind scandal in modern life. LADY CAROLINE Lord Illingworth remarked to me last night at dinner that the basis of every scandal is an absolutely immoral certainty. KELVIL Lord Illingworth is, of course, a very brilliant man, but he seems to me to be lacking in that fine faith in the nobility and purity of life which is so important in this century. LADY STUTFIELD Yes, quite, quite important, is it not ? KELVIL He gives me the impression of a man who does not appreciate the beauty of our English home-life. I would say that he was tainted with foreign ideas on the subject. LADY STUTFIELD There is nothing, nothing like the beauty of home-life, is there ? KELVIL It is the mainstay of our moral system in England, Lady Stutfield. Without it we would become like our neighbours. LADY STUTFIELD That would be so, so sad, would it not ? KELVIL I am afraid, too, that Lord Illingworth regards woman simply as a toy. Now, I have never regarded woman as a toy. Woman is the intel- lectual helpmeet of man in public as in private life. Without her we should forget the true ideals. [Sits down beside Lady Stutfield.^ LADY STUTFIELD I am so very, very glad to hear you say that. LADY CAROLINE You a married man, Mr. Kettle ? 24 SIR JOHN Kelvil, dear, Kelvil. KELVIL I am married, Lady Caroline. LADY CAROLINE Family ? KELVIL Yes. LADY CAROLINE How many ? KELVIL Eight. [Lady Stutfield turns her attention to Lord Alfred.] LADY CAROLINE Mrs. Kettle and the children are, I suppose, at the seaside ? [Sir John shrugs his shoulders.] KELVIL My wife is at the seaside with the children, Lady Caroline. LADY CAROLINE You will join them later on, no doubt ? 25 D KELVIL If my public engagements permit me. LADY CAROLINE Your public life must be a great source of grati- fication to Mrs. Kettle. SIR JOHN Kelvil, my love, Kelvil. LADY STUTFIELD [To Lord Alfred^ How very, very charming those gold-tipped cigarettes of yours are, Lord Alfred. LORD ALFRED They are awfully expensive. I can only afford them when I 'm in debt. LADY STUTFIELD It must be terribly, terribly distressing to be in debt. LORD ALFRED One must have some occupation now-a-days. If I hadn't my debts I shouldn't have anything to think about. All the chaps I know are in debt. LADY STUTFIELD But don't the people to whom you owe the 26 money give you a great, great deal of annoy- ance? {Enter Footmaji.l LORD ALFRED Oh no, they write ; I don't. LADY STUTFIELD How very, very strange. LADY HUNSTANTON Ah, here is a letter, Caroline, from dear Mrs. Arbuthnot. She won't dine. I am so sorry. But she will come in the evening. I am very pleased indeed. She is one of the sweetest of women. Writes a beautiful hand, too, so large, so firm. {Hands letter to Lady Caroline^ LADY CAROLINE {Looking at z't.] A little lacking in femininity, Jane. Femininity is the quality I admire most in women. LADY HUNSTANTON [ Taking back letter and leaving it on table.'] Oh ! she is very feminine, Caroline, and so good too. You should hear what the Archdeacon says of her. He regards her as his right hand in the parish. {Footman speaks to her.'] In the Yellow Drawing- room. Shall we all go in ? Lady Stutfield, shall we go in to tea ? 27 LADY STUTFIELD With pleasure, Lady Hunstanton. {They rise and proceed to go off. Sir John offers to carry Lady Stutfield's cloak.'] LADY CAROLINE John ! If you would allow your nephew to look after Lady Stutfield's cloak, you might help me with my workbasket. {Enter Lord I llingworth and Mrs. Allonby.'] SIR JOHN Certainly, my love. {Exeuni.l MRS. ALLONBY Curious thing, plain women are always jealous of their husbands, beautiful women never are ! LORD ILLINGWORTH Beautiful women never have time. They are always so occupied in being jealous of other people's husbands. MRS. ALLONBY I should have thought Lady Caroline would have grown tired of conjugal anxiety by this time ! Sir John is her fourth ! LORD ILLINGWORTH So much marriage is certainly not becoming. 28 Twenty years of romance make a woman look like a ruin ; but twenty years of marriage make her something like a public building. MRS. ALLONBY Twenty years of romance! Is there such a thing ? LORD ILLINGWORTH Not in our day. Women have become too brilliant. Nothing spoils a romance so much as a sense of humour in the woman. MRS. ALLONBY Or the want of it in the man. LORD ILLINGWORTH You are quite right. In a Temple every one should be serious, except the thing that is worshipped. MRS. ALLONBY And that should be man } LORD ILLINGWORTH Women kneel so gracefully ; men don't. MRS. ALLONBY You are thinking of Lady Stutfield ! 29 LORD ILLINGWORTH I assure you I have not thought of Lady Stutfield for the last quarter of an hour. MRS. ALLONBY Is she such a mystery ? LORD ILLINGWORTH She is more than a mystery — she is a mood. MRS. ALLONBY Moods don't last. LORD ILLINGWORTH It is their chief charm. [Enier Hester and Gerald^ GERALD Lord Illingworth, every one has been congratu- lating me, Lady Hunstanton and Lady Caroline, and . . . every one. I hope I shall make a good secretary. LORD ILLINGWORTH You will be the pattern secretary, Gerald. \Talks to him.^ MRS. ALLONBY You enjoy country life, Miss Worsley ? 30 HESTER Very much indeed. MRS. ALLONBY Don't find yourself longing for a London dinner- party ? HESTER I dislike London dinner-parties. MRS. ALLONBY I adore them. The clever people never listen, and the stupid people never talk. HESTER I think the stupid people talk a great deal. MRS. ALLONBY Ah, I never listen ! LORD ILLINGWORTH My dear boy, if I didn't like you I wouldn't have made you the offer. It is because I like you so much that I want to have you with me. [Exil Hester with Gerald.] Charming fellow, Gerald Arbuthnot ! MRS. ALLONBY He is very nice ; very nice indeed. But I can't stand the American young lady. LORD ILLINGWORTH Why? MRS. ALLONBY She told me yesterday, and in quite a loud voice too, that she was only eighteen. It was most annoying. LORD ILLINGWORTH One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that would tell one anything. MRS. ALLONBY She is a Puritan besides LORD ILLINGWORTH Ah, that is inexcusable. I don't mind plain women being Puritans. It is the only excuse they have for being plain. But she is decidedly pretty. I admire her immensely. \Looks stedfastly at Mrs. Allonbj/.'] MRS. ALLONBY What a thoroughly bad man you must be ! LORD ILLINGWORTH What do you call a bad man ? 32 MRS. ALLONBY The sort of man who admires innocence. LORD ILLINGWORTH And a bad woman ? MRS. ALLONBY Oh ! the sort of woman a man never gets tired of. LORD ILLINGWORTH You are severe — on yourself. MRS. ALLONBY Define us as a sex. LORD ILLINGWORTH Sphinxes without secrets. MRS. ALLONBY Does that include the Puritan women ? LORD ILLINGWORTH Do you know, I don't believe in the existence of Puritan women ? I don't think there is a woman in the world who would not be a little flattered if one made love to her. It is that which makes women so irresistibly adorable. 33 E MRS. ALLONBY You think there is no woman in the world who would object to being kissed ? LORD ILLINGWORTH Very few. MRS. ALLONBY Miss Worsley would not let you kiss her. LORD ILLINGWORTH Are you sure .'' MRS. ALLONBY Quite. LORD ILLINGWORTH What do you think she 'd do if I kissed her ? MRS. ALLONBY Either marry you, or strike you across the face with her glove. What would you do if she struck you across the face with her glove ? LORD ILLINGWORTH Fall in love with her, probably. MRS. ALLONBY Then it is lucky you are not going to kiss her ! 34 LORD ILLINGWORTH Is that a challenge ? MRS. ALLONBY It is an arrow shot into the air. LORD ILLINGWORTH Don't you know that I always succeed in what- ever I try? MRS. ALLONBY I am sorry to hear it. We women adore failures. They lean on us. LORD ILLINGWORTH You worship successes. You cling to them. MRS. ALLONBY We are the laurels to hide their baldness. LORD ILLINGWORTH And they need you always, except at the moment of triumph. MRS. ALLONBY They are uninteresting then. LORD ILLINGWORTH How tantalising you are ! [A pause.] 35 MRS. ALLONBY Lord Illingworth, there is one thing I shall always like you for. LORD ILLINGWORTH Only one thing? And I have so many bad qualities. MRS. ALLONBY Ah, don't be too conceited about them. You may lose them as you grow old. LORD ILLINGWORTH I never intend to grow old. The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. MRS. ALLONBY And the body is born young and grows old. That is life's tragedy. LORD ILLINGWORTH Its comedy also, sometimes. But what is the mysterious reason why you will always like me ? MRS. ALLONBY It is that you have never made love to me. LORD ILLINGWORTH I have never done anything else. 36 MRS. ALLONBY Really ? I have not noticed it. LORD ILLINGWORTH How fortunate ! It might have been a tragedy for both of us. MRS. ALLONBY We should each have survived. LORD ILLINGWORTH One can survive everything now-a-days, except death, and live down anything except a good reputation. MRS. ALLONBY Have you tried a good reputation ? LORD ILLINGWORTH It is one of the many annoyances to which I have never been subjected. MRS. ALLONBY It may come. LORD ILLINGWORTH Why do you threaten me ? 37 MRS. ALLONBY I will tell you when you have kissed the Puritan. [Enter Footman.'] FRANCIS Tea is served in the Yellow Drawing-room, my lord. LORD ILLINGWORTH Tell her ladyship we are coming in. FRANCIS Yes, my lord. [Exit.] LORD ILLINGWORTH Shall we go in to tea ? MRS. ALLONBY Do you like such simple pleasures ? LORD ILLINGWORTH I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex. But, if you wish, let us stay here. Yes, let us stay here. The Book of Life begins with a man and a woman in a garden. MRS. ALLONBY It ends with Revelations. 38 LORD ILLINGWORTH You fence divinely. But the button has come off your foil. MRS. ALLONBY I have still the mask. LORD ILLINGWORTH It makes your eyes lovelier. MRS. ALLONBY Thank you. Come. LORD ILLINGWORTH [Sees Mrs. Arbuthnofs letter on table, and takes it 2ip and looks at envelope^ What a curious hand- writing ! It reminds me of the handwriting of a woman I used to know years ago. MRS. ALLONBY Who? LORD ILLINGWORTH Oh ! no one. No one in particular. A woman of no importance. [ Throws letter down, and passes up the steps of the terrace with Mrs. Allonby. They smile at each other.'] Act-drop. 39 SECOND ACT Scene — Drawing-room at Hunstatiton, after dinner, lamps lit. Door L.C. Door R.C. [^Ladies seated on sofas.'] MRS. ALLONBY What a comfort it is to have got rid of the men for a Httle ! LADY STUTFIELD Yes ; men persecute us dreadfully, don't they ? MRS. ALLONBY Persecute us ? I wish they did. LADY HUNSTANTON My dear ! MRS. ALLONBY The annoying thing is that the wretches can be perfectly happy without us. That is why I think it is every woman's duty never to leave them 43 alone for a single moment, except during this short breathing space after dinner ; without which I believe we poor women would be absolutely worn to shadows. [Enter Servants with coffee."] LADY HUNSTANTON Worn to shadows, dear ? MRS. ALLONBY Yes, Lady Hunstanton. It is such a strain keeping men up to the mark. They are always trying to escape from us. LADY STUTFIELD It seems to me that it is we who are always trying to escape from them. Men are so very, very heartless. They know their power and use it. LADY CAROLINE [Takes coffee from Servant^ What stuff and nonsense all this about men is ! The thing to do is to keep men in their proper place. MRS. ALLONBY But what is their proper place. Lady Caroline ? LADY CAROLINE Looking after their wives, Mrs. Allonby. 44 MRS. ALLONBY [Takes coffee from Servant.'] Really? And if they 're not married ? LADY CAROLINE If they are not married, they should be looking after a wife. It 's perfectly scandalous the amount of bachelors who are going about society. There should be a law passed to compel them all to marry within twelve months. LADY STUTFIELD {^Refuses coffee?^ But if they 're in love with some one who, perhaps, is tied to another ? LADY CAROLINE In that case. Lady Stutfield, they should be married off in a week to some plain respectable girl, in order to teach them not to meddle with other people's property. MRS. ALLONBY I don't think that we should ever be spoken of as other people's property. All men are married women's property. That is the only true defini- tion of what married women's property really is. But we don't belong to any one. LADY STUTFIELD Oh, I am so very, very glad to hear you say so. 45 LADY HUNSTANTON But do you really think, dear Caroline, that legislation would improve matters in any way? I am told that, now-a-days, all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men. MRS. ALLONBY I certainly never know one from the other. LADY STUTFIELD Oh, I think one can always know at once whether a man has home claims upon his life or not. I have noticed a very, very sad expression in the eyes of so many married men. MRS. ALLONBY Ah, all that I have noticed is that they are horribly tedious when they are good husbands, and abominably conceited when they are not. LADY HUNSTANTON Well, I suppose the type of husband has com- pletely changed since my young days, but I 'm bound to state that poor dear Hunstanton was the most delightful of creatures, and as good as gold. MRS. ALLONBY Ah, my husband is a sort of promissory note ; I am tired of meeting him. 46 LADY CAROLINE But you renew him from time to time, don't you? MRS. ALLONBY Oh no, Lady Caroline. I have only had one husband as yet. I suppose you look upon me as quite an amateur. LADY CAROLINE With your views on life I wonder you married at all. MRS. ALLONBY So do I. LADY HUNSTANTON My dear child, I believe you are really very happy in your married life, but that you like to hide your happiness from others. MRS. ALLONBY I assure you I was horribly deceived in Ernest. LADY HUNSTANTON Oh, I hope not, dear. I knew his mother quite well. She was a Stratton, Caroline, one of Lord Crowland's daughters. 47 LADY CAROLINE Victoria Stratton ? I remember her perfectly. A silly fair-haired woman with no chin. MRS. ALLONBY Ah, Ernest has a chin. He has a very strong chin, a square chin. Ernest's chin is far too square. LADY STUTFIELD But do you really think a man's chin can be too square? I think a man should look very, very strong, and that his chin should be quite, quite square. MRS. ALLONBY Then you should certainly know Ernest, Lady Stutfield. It is only fair to tell you beforehand he has got no conversation at all. LADY STUTFIELD I adore silent men. MRS. ALLONBY Oh, Ernest isn't silent. He talks the whole time. But he has got no conversation. What he talks about I don't know. I haven't listened to him for years. LADY STUTFIELD Have you never forgiven him then ? How sad 48 that seems ! But all life is very, very sad, is it not? MRS. ALLONBY Life, Lady Stutfield, is simply a mauvais quart cT/iejire made up of exquisite moments. LADY STUTFIELD Yes, there are moments, certainly. But was it something very, very wrong that Mr. Allonby did } Did he become angry with you, and say anything that was unkind or true ? MRS. ALLONBY Oh dear, no. Ernest is invariably calm. That is one of the reasons he always gets on my nerves. Nothing is so aggravating as calmness. There is something positively brutal about the good temper of most modern men. I wonder we women stand it as well as we do. LADY STUTFIELD Yes ; men's good temper shows they are not so sensitive as we are, not so finely strung. It makes a great barrier often between husband and wife, does it not ? But I would so much like to know what was the wrong thing Mr. Allonby did. MRS. ALLONBY Well, I will tell you, if you solemnly promise to tell everybody else, 49 G LADY STUTFIELD Thank you, thank you. I will make a point of repeating it. MRS. ALLONBY When Ernest and I were engaged he swore to me positively on his knees that he never had loved any one before in the whole course of his life. I was very young at the time, so I didn't believe him, I needn't tell you. Unfortunately, however, I made no enquiries of any kind till after I had been actually married four or five months. I found out then that what he had told me was perfectly true. And that sort of thing makes a man so absolutely uninteresting. LADY HUNSTANTON My dear ! MRS. ALLONBY Men always want to be a woman's first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man's last romance. LADY STUTFIELD I see what you mean. It 's very, very beautiful. LADY HUNSTANTON My dear child, you don't mean to tell me that you won't forgive your husband because he never loved any one else? Did you ever hear such a thing, Caroline .'' I am quite surprised. 50 LADY CAROLINE Oh, women have become so highly educated, Jane, that nothing should surprise us now-a-days, except happy marriages. They apparently are getting remarkably rare. MRS. ALLONBY Oh, they 're quite out of date. LADY STUTFIELD Except amongst the middle classes, I have been told. MRS. ALLONBY How like the middle classes ! LADY STUTFIELD Yes — is it not ? — very, very like them. LADY CAROLINE If what you tell us about the middle classes is true. Lady Stutfield, it redounds greatly to their credit. It is much to be regretted that in our rank of life the wife should be so persistently frivolous, under the impression apparently that it is the proper thing to be. It is to that I attribute the unhappiness of so many marriages we all know of in society. MRS. ALLONBY Do you know, Lady Caroline, I don't think the 51 frivolity of the wife has ever anything to do with it. More marriages are ruined now-a-days by the common sense of the husband than by anything else. How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly rational being .-' LADY HUNSTANTON My dear ! MRS. ALLONBY Man, poor, awkward, reliable, necessary man belongs to a sex that has been rational for millions and millions of years. He can't help himself It is in his race. The History of Woman is very different. We have always been picturesque pro- tests against the mere existence of common sense. We saw its dangers from the first. LADY STUTFIELD Yes, the common sense of husbands is certainly most, most trying. Do tell me your conception of the Ideal Husband. I think it would be so very, very helpful. MRS. ALLONBY The Ideal Husband? There couldn't be such a thing. The institution is wrong. LADY STUTFIELD The Ideal Man, then, in his relations to us. 52 LADY CAROLINE He would probably be extremely realistic. MRS. ALLONBY The Ideal Man! Oh, the Ideal Man should talk to us as if we were goddesses, and treat us as if we were children. He should refuse all our serious requests, and gratify every one of our whims. He should encourage us to have cap- rices, and forbid us to have missions. He should always say much more than he means, and always mean much more than he says. LADY HUNSTANTON But how could he do both, dear ? MRS. ALLONBY He should never run down other pretty women. That would show he had no taste, or make one suspect that he had too much. No ; he should be nice about them all, but say that somehow they don't attract him. LADY STUTFIELD Yes, that is always very, very pleasant to hear about other women. MRS. ALLONBY If we ask him a question about anything, he should give us an answer all about ourselves. He should invariably praise us for whatever qualities he knows we haven't got. But he should be pitiless, quite pitiless, in reproaching us for the virtues that we have never dreamed of possessing. He should never believe that we know the use of useful things. That would be unforgiveable. But he should shower on us every- thing we don't want. LADY CAROLINE As far as I can see, he is to do nothing but pay bills and compliments. MRS. ALLONBY He should persistently compromise us in public, and treat us with absolute respect when we are alone. And yet he should be always ready to have a perfectly terrible scene, whenever we want one, and to become miserable, absolutely miserable, at a moment's notice, and to overwhelm us with just reproaches in less than twenty minutes, and to be positively violent at the end of half an hour, and to leave us for ever at a quarter to eight, when we have to go and dress for dinner. And when, after that, one has seen him for really the last time, and he has refused to take back the little things he has given one, and promised never to communicate with one again, or to write one any foolish letters, he should be perfectly broken-hearted, and tele- graph to one all day long, and send one little notes every half-hour by a private hansom, and dine quite alone at the club, so that every one 54 should know how unhappy he was. And after a whole dreadful week, during which one has gone about everywhere with one's husband, just to show how absolutely lonely one was, he may be given a third last parting, in the evening, and then, if his conduct has been quite irreproachable, and one has behaved really badly to him, he should be allowed to admit that he has been entirely in the wrong, and when he has admitted that, it becomes a woman's duty to forgive, and one can do it all over again from the beginning, with varia- tions. LADY HUNSTANTON How clever you are, my dear ! You never mean a single word you say. LADY STUTFIELD Thank you, thank you. It has been quite, quite entrancing. I must try and remember it all. There are such a number of details that are so very, very important. LADY CAROLINE But you have not told us yet what the reward of the Ideal Man is to be. MRS. ALLONBY His reward ? Oh, infinite expectation. That is quite enough for him. 55 LADY STUTFIELD But men are so terribly, terribly exacting, are they not ? MRS. ALLONBY That makes no matter. One should never surrender. LADY STUTFIELD Not even to the Ideal Man ? MRS. ALLONBY Certainly not to him. Unless, of course, one wants to grow tired of him. LADY STUTFIELD Oh ! . . . yes. I see that. It is very, very help- ful. Do you think, Mrs. Allonby, I shall ever meet the Ideal Man ? Or are there more than one ? MRS. ALLONBY There are just four in London, Lady Stutfield. LADY HUNSTANTON Oh, my dear ! MRS. ALLONBY. {Going over to her.'\ What has happened ? Do tell me. 56 LADY HUNSTANTON [in a low Voice\ I had completely forgotten that the American young lady has been in the room all the time. I am afraid some of this clever talk may have shocked her a little. MRS. ALLONBY Ah, that will do her so much good ! LADY HUNSTANTON Let us hope she didn't understand much. I think I had better go over and talk to her. \Rises and goes across to Hester Wors/ej'.] Well, dear Miss Worsley. [Sitting down beside ker.'\ How quiet you have been in your nice little corner all this time ! I suppose you have been reading a book? There are so many books here in the library. HESTER No, I have been listening to the conversation. LADY HUNSTANTON You mustn't believe everything that was said, you know, dear. HESTER I didn't believe any of it. 57 H LADY HUNSTANTON That is quite right, dear. HESTER [Continuing.] I couldn't believe that any women could really hold such views of life as I have heard to-night from some of your guests. [A 71 awkward pausel\ LADY HUNSTANTON I hear you have such pleasant society in America. Quite like our own in places, my son wrote to me. HESTER There are cliques in America as elsewhere, Lady Hunstanton. But true American society consists simply of all the good women and good men we have in our country. LADY HUNSTANTON What a sensible system, and I dare say quite pleasant too. I am afraid in England we have too many artificial social barriers. We don't see as much as we should of the middle and lower classes. HESTER In America we have no lower classes. 58 LADY HUNSTANTON Really ? What a very strange arrangement ! MRS. ALLONBY What is that dreadful girl talking about ? LADY STUTFIELD She is painfully natural, is she not ? LADY CAROLINE There are a great many things you haven't got in America, I am told. Miss Worsley. They say you have no ruins, and no curiosities. MRS. ALLONBY [To Lady Stutfield.'] What nonsense! They have their mothers and their manners. HESTER The English aristocracy supply us with our curiosities, Lady Caroline. They are sent over to us every summer, regularly, in the steamers, and propose to us the day after they land. As for ruins, we are trying to build up something that will last longer than brick or stone. [Gets up to take her fan from table."] LADY HUNSTANTON What is that, dear ? Ah, yes, an iron Exhibition, is it not, at that place that has the curious name ? 59 HESTER [Standing by table.'] We are trying to build up life, Lady Hunstanton, on a better, truer, purer basis than life rests on here. This sounds strange to you all, no doubt. How could it sound other than strange ? You rich people in England, you don't know how you are living. How could you know? You shut out from your society the gentle and the good. You laugh at the simple and the pure. Living, as you all do, on others and by them, you sneer at self-sacrifice, and if you throw bread to the poor, it is merely to keep them quiet for a season. With all your pomp and wealth and art you don't know how to live — you don't even know that. You love the beauty that you can see and touch and handle, the beauty that you can destroy, and do destroy, but of the unseen beauty of life, of the unseen beauty of a higher life, you know nothing. You have lost life's secret. Oh, your English society seems to me shallow, selfish, foolish. It has blinded its eyes, and stopped its ears. It lies like a leper in purple. It sits like a dead thing smeared with gold. It is all wrong, all wrong. LADY STUTFIELD I don't think one should know of these things. It is not very, very nice, is it ? LADY HUNSTANTON My dear Miss Worsley, I thought you liked English society so much. You were such a 60 success in it. And you were so much admired by the best people. I quite forget what Lord Henry Weston said of you — but it was most compHmentary, and you know what an authority he is on beauty. HESTER Lord Henry Weston ! I remember him, Lady Hunstanton. A man with a hideous smile and a hideous past. He is asked everywhere. No dinner- party is complete without him. What of those whose ruin is due to him ? They are outcasts. They are nameless. If you met them in the street you would turn your head away. I don't complain of their punishment. Let all women who have sinned be punished. [Mrs. A rbuthnot enters from terrace behind in a cloak with a lace veil over her head. She hears the last words and starts l\ LADY HUNSTANTON My dear young lady ! HESTER It is right that they should be punished, but don't let them be the only ones to suffer. If a man and woman have sinned, let them both go forth into the desert to love or loathe each other there. Let them both be branded. Set a mark, if you wish, on each, but don't punish the one and let the other go free. Don't have 6i one law for men and another for women. You are unjust to women in England. And till you count what is a shame in a woman to be an infamy in a man, you will always be unjust, and Right, that pillar of fire, and Wrong, that pillar of cloud, will be made dim to your eyes, or be not seen at all, or if seen, not regarded. LADY CAROLINE Might I, dear Miss Worsley, as you are stand- ing up, ask you for my cotton that is just behind you ? Thank you. LADY HUNSTANTON My dear Mrs. Arbuthnot ! I am so pleased you have come up. But I didn't hear you announced. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Oh, I came straight in from the terrace. Lady Hunstanton, just as I was. You didn't tell me you had a party. LADY HUNSTANTON Not a party. Only a few guests who are stay- ing in the house, and whom you must know. Allow me. \Tries to Jielp her. Rings bell.'] Caro- line, this is Mrs. Arbuthnot, one of my sweetest friends. Lady Caroline Pontefract, Lady Stut- field, Mrs. Allonby, and my young American friend, Miss Worsley, who has just been telling us all how wicked we are. 62 HESTER I am afraid you think I spoke too strongly, Lady Hunstanton. But there are some things in England LADY HUNSTANTON My dear young lady, there was a great deal of truth, I dare say, in what you said, and you looked very pretty while you said it, which is much more important. Lord Illingworth would tell us. The only point where I thought you were a little hard was about Lady Caroline's brother, about poor Lord Henry. He is really such good company. ^Enier Footman.'] Take Mrs. Arbuthnot's things. [Exit Footman with wraps.'] HESTER Lady Caroline, I had no idea it was your brother. I am sorry for the pain I must have caused you — I LADY CAROLINE My dear Miss Worsley, the only part of your little speech, if I may so term it, with which I thoroughly agreed, was the part about my brother. Nothing that you could possibly say could be too bad for him. I regard Henry as infamous, ab- solutely infamous. But I am bound to state, as you were remarking, Jane, that he is excellent company, and he has one of the best cooks in London, and after a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations. LADY HUNSTANTON [^0 Mzss IVors/ey] Now, do come, dear, and make friends with Mrs. Arbuthnot. She is one of the good, sweet, simple people you told us we never admitted into society. I am sorry to say Mrs, Arbuthnot comes very rarely to me. But that is not my fault. MRS ALLONBY What a bore it is the men staying so long after dinner ! I expect they are saying the most dread- ful things about us. LADY STUTFIELD Do you really think so ? MRS ALLONBY I am sure of it. LADY STUTFIELD How very, very horrid of them ! Shall we go on to the terrace ? MRS, ALLONBY Oh, anything to get away from the dowagers and the dowdies. [Rises and goes with Lady Stiitfield to door L.C.] We are only going to look at the stars. Lady Hunstanton. LADY HUNSTANTON You will find a great many, dear, a great many. But don't catch cold. [To Mrs. Arbuthnot^ VVe shall all miss Gerald so much, dear Mrs, Arbuthnot. 64 MRS. ARBUTHNOT But has Lord Illingworth really offered to make Gerald his secretary ? LADY HUNSTANTON Oh, yes ! He has been most charming about it. He has the highest possible opinion of your boy. You don't know Lord Illingworth, I believe, dear. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I have never met him. LADY HUNSTANTON You know him by name, no doubt ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT I am afraid I don't. I live so much out of the world, and see so few people. I remember hearing years ago of an old Lord Illingworth who lived in Yorkshire, I think. LADY HUNSTANTON Ah, yes. That would be the last Earl but one. He was a very curious man. He wanted to marry beneath him. Or wouldn't, I believe. There was some scandal about it. The present Lord Illing- worth is quite different. He is very distinguished. He does — well, he does nothing, which I am afraid our pretty American visitor here thinks very wrong of anybody, and I don't know that he 65 I cares much for the subjects in which you are so interested, dear Mrs. Arbuthnot. Do you think, Caroline, that Lord IlHngworth is interested in the Housing of the Poor? LADY CAROLINE I should fancy not at all, Jane. LADY HUNSTANTON We all have our different tastes, have we not ? But Lord IlHngworth has a very high position, and there is nothing he couldn't get if he chose to ask for it. Of course, he is comparatively a young man still, and he has only come to his title within — how long exactly is it, Caroline, since Lord Illingworth succeeded ? LADY CAROLINE About four years, I think, Jane, I know it was the same year in which my brother had his last exposure in the evening newspapers. LADY HUNSTANTON Ah, I remember. That would be about four years ago. Of course, there were a great many people between the present Lord Illingworth and the title, Mrs. Arbuthnot. There was — who was there, Caroline ? LADY CAROLINE There was poor Margaret's baby. You remem- 66 ber how anxious she was to have a boy, and it was a boy, but itdied, and her husband died shortly after- wards, and she married almost immediately one of Lord Ascot's sons, who, I am told, beats her. LADY HUNSTANTON Ah, that is in the family, dear, that is in the family. And there was also, I remember, a clergy- man who wanted to be a lunatic, or a lunatic who wanted to be a clergyman, I forget which, but I know the Court of Chancery investigated the matter, and decided that he was quite sane. And I saw him afterwards at poor Lord Plumstead's with straws in his hair, or something very odd about him. I can't recall what. I often regret, Lady Caroline, that dear Lady Cecilia never lived to see her son get the title. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Lady Cecilia? LADY HUNSTANTON Lord Illingworth's mother, dear Mrs. Arbuth- not, was one of the Duchess of Jerningham's pretty daughters, and she married Sir Thomas Harford, who wasn't considered a very good match for her at the time, though he was said to be the handsomest man in London. I knew them all quite intimately, and both the sons, Arthur and George. 67 MRS. 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. [Rzn^s del/.] 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 Stutjield, Doctor Daubeny to Lady Hunstanton.] 68 THE ARCHDEACON Lord Illingworth has been most entertaining. I have never enjoyed myself more. [Sees Mrs. Arbutknot.'] Ah, Mrs. Arbuthnot. LADY HUNSTANTON [ To Doctor Daiibeny.] 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 to-night. 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 Jmsbandi\ John ! [Sir John goes over to his wife. Doctor Daubeny talks to Lady Hun- stanton 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 lookitig on to the terrace.] 69 LORD ILLINGWORTH How is the most charming woman in the world ? MRS. ALLONBY YTaking Lady Stutfield by the hand?^ We are both quite well, thank you, Lord IlHngworth. 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. fc>' 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 .'' 70 MRS. ALLONBY A week. LORD ILLINGWORTH A week is more than enough. [EnUr Gerald and Lord Alfred^ GERALD \Goi7tg 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 to-night, Gerald. GERALD Lord Illingworth, I want you so much to know my mother. LORD ILLINGWORTH With the greatest pleasure. [7i? Mrs. Al/onby.] I '11 be back in a moment. People's mothers always bore me to death. All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. 71 MRS. ALLONBY No man does. That is his. LORD ILLINGWORTH What a delightful mood you are in to-night ! \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 l\ It is a wonderful opening for me, isn't it .'* I hope he won't be disappointed in me, that is all. You '11 thank Lord Illingworth, mother, won't you ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT Lord Illingworth is very good, I am sure, to interest himself in you for the moment. LORD ILLINGWORTH [Putting his hand on Geralds shoulder.l 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, 72 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. 71 K 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. Allonby.'] MRS. ALLONBY I thought you were never going to leave the lady in black velvet. LORD ILLINGWORTH She is excessively handsome. \_Looks at Mrs. A rbuthnot?^ 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 Daiibeny.l I must really take Miss Wors- ley 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 74 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 IllingwortJi?[ 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 75 offer, Mrs. Arbuthnot. But I know you appreciate that, dear. LADY CAROLINE John! LADY HUNSTANTON Now, don't keep Mrs. Arbuthnot too long. Lord Illingworth. We can't spare her. \Exit following the other guests. Sound of violin heard from music-roo7n.'] LORD ILLINGWORTH So that is our son, Rachel ! Well, I am very proud of him. He is a Harford, every inch of him. By the way, why Arbuthnot, Rachel ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT One name is as good as another, when one has no right to any name. LORD ILLINGWORTH I suppose so — But why Gerald ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT After a man whose heart I broke — after my father. LORD ILLINGWORTH Well, Rachel, what is over is over. All I have 76 got to say now is that I am very, very much pleased with our boy. The world will know him merely as my private secretary, but to me he will be something very near, and very dear. It is a curious thing, Rachel ; my life seemed to be quite complete. It was not so. It lacked something, it lacked a son. I have found my son now, I am glad I have found him. MRS. ARBUTHNOT You have no right to claim him, or the smallest part of him. The boy is entirely mine, and shall remain mine, LORD ILLINGWORTH My dear Rachel, you have had him to yourself for over twenty years. Why not let me have him for a little now ? He is quite as much mine as yours. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Are you talking of the child you abandoned ? Of the child who, as far as you are concerned, might have died of hunger and of want ? LORD ILLINGWORTH You forget, Rachel, it was you who left me. It was not I who left you. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I left you because you refused to give the child 77 a name. Before my son was born, I implored you to marry me. LORD ILLINGWORTH I had no expectations then. And besides, Rachel, I wasn't much older than you were. I was only twenty-two. I was twenty-one, I believe, when the whole thing began in your father's garden. MRS. ARBUTHNOT When a man is old enough to do wrong he should be old enough to do right also. LORD ILLINGWORTH My dear Rachel, intellectual generahties are always interesting, but generalities in morals mean absolutely nothing. As for saying I left our child to starve, that, of course, is untrue and silly. My mother offered you six hundred a year. But you wouldn't take anything. You simply disap- peared, and carried the child away with you. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I wouldn't have accepted a penny from her. Your father was different. He told you, in my presence, when we were in Paris, that it was your duty to marry me. LORD ILLINGWORTH Oh, duty is what one expects from others, it is 78 not what one does one's-self. Of course, I was influ- enced by my mother. Every man is when he is young. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I am glad to hear you say so, Gerald shall certainly not go away with you. LORD ILLINGWORTH What nonsense, Rachel ! MRS. ARBUTHNOT Do you think I would allow my son LORD ILLINGWORTH Our son. MRS. ARBUTHNOT My son {Lord IllingwortJi shrugs his shoulders'\ — to go away with the man who spoiled my youth, who ruined my life, who has tainted every moment of my days ? You don't realise what my past has been in suffering and in shame. LORD ILLINGWORTH My dear Rachel, I must candidly say that I think Gerald's future considerably more important than your past. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Gerald cannot separate his future from my past. 79 LORD ILLINGWORTH That is exactly what he should do. That is exactly what you should help him to do. What a typical woman you are ! You talk sentimentally, and you are thoroughly selfish the whole time. But don't let us have a scene. Rachel, I want you to look at this matter from the common-sense point of view, from the point of view of what is best for our son, leaving you and me out of the question. What is our son at present ? An underpaid clerk in a small Provincial Bank in a third-rate English town. If you imagine he is quite happy in such a position, you are mistaken. He is thoroughly discontented. MRS. ARBUTHNOT He was not discontented till he met you. You have made him so. LORD ILLINGWORTH Of course, I made him so. Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation. But I did not leave him with a mere longing for things he could not get. No, I made him a charming offer. He jumped at it, I need hardly say. Any young man would. And now, simply because it turns out that I am the boy's own father and he my own son, you propose practically to ruin his career. That is to say, if I were a perfect stranger, you would allow Gerald to go away with me, but as he is my own flesh and blood you won't. How utterly illogical you are ! 80 MRS. ARBUTHNOT I will not allow him to go, LORD ILLINGWORTH How can you prevent it? What excuse can you give to him for making him decline such an offer as mine ? I won't tell him in what relations I stand to him, I need hardly say. But you daren't tell him. You know that. Look how you have brought him up. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I have brought him up to be a good man. LORD ILLINGWORTH Quite so. And what is the result ? You have educated him to be your judge if he ever finds you out. And a bitter, an unjust judge he will be to you. Don't be deceived, Rachel. Children begin by loving their parents. After a time they judge them. Rarely, if ever, do they forgive them. MRS. ARBUTHNOT George, don't take my son away from me. I have had twenty years of sorrow, and I have only had one thing to love me, only one thing to love. You have had a life of joy, and pleasure, and success. You have been quite happy, you have never thought of us. There was no reason, according to your views of life, why you should have remembered us at all. Your meeting us 8i L was a mere accident, a horrible accident. Forget it. Don't come now, and rob me of ... of all I have, of all I have in the whole world. You are so rich in other things. Leave me the little vine- yard of my life ; leave me the walled-in garden and the well of water ; the ewe-lamb God sent me, in pity or in wrath, oh ! leave me that. George, don't take Gerald from me. LORD ILLINGWORTH Rachel, at the present moment you are not necessary to Gerald's career ; I am. There is nothing more to be said on the subject. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I will not let him go. LORD ILLINGWORTH Here is Gerald. He has a right to decide for himself \Entev Gerald^ GERALD Well, dear mother, I hope you have settled it all with Lord Illingworth? MRS. ARBUTHNOT I have not, Gerald. LORD ILLINGWORTH Your mother seems not to like your coming with me, for some reason. 82 GERALD Why, mother ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT I thought you were quite happy here with me, Gerald. I didn't know you were so anxious to leave me. GERALD Mother, how can you talk like that ? Of course I have been quite happy with you. But a man can't stay always with his mother. No chap does. I want to make myself a position, to do something. I thought you would have been proud to see me Lord Illingworth's secretary. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I do not think you would be suitable as a private secretary to Lord Illingworth. You have no qualifications. LORD ILLINGWORTH I don't wish to seem to interfere for a moment, Mrs. Arbuthnot, but as far as your last objection is concerned, I surely am the best judge. And I can only tell you that your son has all the qualifications I had hoped for. He has more, in fact, than I had even thought of. Far more. [3Irs. ArbutJinot remains silent^ Have you any other reason, Mrs. Arbuthnot, why you don't wish your son to accept this post ? 83 GERALD Have you, mother ? Do answer. LORD ILLINGWORTH If you have, Mrs. Arbuthnot, pray, pray say it. We are quite by ourselves here. Whatever it is, I need not say I will not repeat it. GERALD Mother ? LORD ILLINGWORTH If you would like to be alone with your son, I will leave you. You may have some other reason you don't wish me to hear. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I have no other reason. LORD ILLINGWORTH Then, my dear boy, we may look on the thing as settled. Come, you and I will smoke a cigarette on the terrace together. And Mrs. Arbuthnot, pray let me tell you, that I think you have acted very, very wisely. [Ex2i ivith Gerald. Mrs. Arbuthnot is left alone. She stands immobile^ with a look of unutterable sorrow on her face. ^ Act-drop. 84 THIRD ACT Scene — The Picture Gallery at Hunstanton. Door at back leading on to terrace. [Lord Illittgworth and Gerald, R.C. Lord Illingworth lolling on a sofa. Gerald in a chair.^ LORD ILLINGWORTH Thoroughly sensible woman, your mother, Gerald. I knew she would come round in the end. GERALD My mother is awfully conscientious, Lord Illingworth, and I know she doesn't think I am educated enough to be your secretary. She is perfectly right, too. I was fearfully idle when I was at school, and I couldn't pass an examination now to save my life. LORD ILLINGWORTH My dear Gerald, examinations are of no value whatsoever. If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, what- ever he knows is bad for him. 87 GERALD But I am so ignorant of the world, Lord Illingvvorth. LORD ILLINGWORTH Don't be afraid, Gerald. Remember that you 've got on your side the most wonderful thing in the world — youth ! There is nothing like youth. The middle-aged are mortgaged to Life. The old are in Life's lumber-room. But youth is the Lord of Life. Youth has a kingdom waiting for it. Every one is born a king, and most people die in exile, like most kings. To win back my youth, Gerald, there is nothing I wouldn't do — except take exercise, get up early, or be a useful member of the community. GERALD But you don't call yourself old, Lord Illing- worth ? LORD ILLINGWORTH I am old enough to be your father, Gerald. GERALD I don't remember my father ; he died years ago. LORD ILLINGWORTH So Lady Hunstanton told me. GERALD It is very curious, my mother never talks to me 88 about my father. I sometimes think she must have married beneath her. LORD ILLINGWORTH [ Winces slightly.'] Really ? \^Goes over and puts his hand on Gerald's shoulder.'] You have missed not having a father, I suppose, Gerald ? GERALD Oh, no ; my mother has been so good to me. No one ever had such a mother as I have had. LORD ILLINGWORTH I am quite sure of that. Still I should imagine that most mothers don't quite understand their sons. Don't realise, I mean, that a son has ambitions, a desire to see life, to make himself a name. After all, Gerald, you couldn't be expected to pass all your life in such a hole as Wrockley, could you .'' GERALD Oh, no ! It would be dreadful ! LORD ILLINGWORTH A mother's love is very touching, of course, but it is often curiously selfish. I mean, there is a good deal of selfishness in it. GERALD [^Slowly.] I suppose there is. 89 M LORD ILLINGWORTH Your mother is a thoroughly good woman. But good women have such limited views of life, their horizon is so small, their interests are so petty, aren't they ? GERALD They are awfully interested, certainly, in things we don't care much about. LORD ILLINGWORTH I suppose your mother is very religious, and that sort of thing. GERALD Oh, yes, she 's always going to church, LORD ILLINGWORTH Ah ! she is not modern, and to be modern is the only thing worth being now-a-days. You want to be modern, don't you, Gerald .-* You want to know life as it really is. Not to be put off with any old-fashioned theories about life. Well, what you have to do at present is simply to fit yourself for the best society. A man who can dominate a London dinner-table can dominate the world. The future belongs to the dandy. It is the ex- quisites who are going to rule. GERALD I should like to wear nice things awfully, but 90 I have always been told that a man should not think too much about his clothes. LORD ILLINGWORTH People now-a-days are so absolutely superficial that they don't understand the philosophy of the superficial. By the way, Gerald, you should learn how to tie your tie better. Sentiment is all very well for the button-hole. But the essential thing for a necktie is style. A well-tied tie is the first serious step in life. GERALD \Laughing?\^ I might be able to learn how to tie a tie. Lord lUingworth, but I should never be able to talk as you do. I don't know how to talk. LORD ILLINGWORTH Oh ! talk to every woman as if you loved her, and to every man as if he bored you, and at the end of your first season you will have the reputa- tion of possessing the most perfect social tact. GERALD But it is very difficult to get into society, isn't it ? LORD ILLINGWORTH To get into the best society, now-a-days, one has either to feed people, amuse people, or shock people — that is all ? 91 GERALD I suppose society is wonderfully delightful ! LORD ILLINGWORTH To be in it is merely a bore. But to be out of it simply a tragedy. Society is a necessary thing. No man has any real success in this world unless he has got women to back him, and women rule society. If you have not got women on your side you are quite over. You might just as well be a barrister, or a stockbroker, or a journalist at once. GERALD It is very difficult to understand women, is it not? LORD ILLINGWORTH You should never try to understand them. Women are pictures. Men are problems. If you want to know what a woman really means — which, by the way, is always a dangerous thing to do — look at her, don't listen to her. GERALD But women are awfully clever, aren't they ? LORD ILLINGWORTH One should always tell them so. But, to the philosopher, my dear Gerald, women represent the triumph of matter over mind — ^just as men repre- sent the triumph of mind over morals. 92 GERALD How then can women have so much power as you say they have ? LORD ILLINGWORTH The history of women is the history of the worst form of tyranny the world has ever known. The tyranny of the weak over the strong. It is the only tyranny that lasts. GERALD But haven't women got a refining influence .? LORD ILLINGWORTH Nothing refines but the intellect. GERALD Still, there are many different kinds of women aren't there ? LORD ILLINGWORTH Only two kinds in society : the plain and the coloured. GERALD But there are good women in society, aren't there ? LORD ILLINGWORTH Far too many. GERALD But do you think women shouldn't be good .'' 93 LORD ILLINGWORTH One should never tell them so, they 'd all be- come good at once. Women are a fascinatingly- wilful sex. Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself. GERALD You have never been married. Lord Illingworth, have you ? LORD ILLINGWORTH Men marry because they are tired ; women because they are curious. Both are disappointed. GERALD But don't you think one can be happy when one is married ? LORD ILLINGWORTH Perfectly happy. But the happiness of a mar- ried man, my dear Gerald, depends on the people he has not married. GERALD But if one is in love ? LORD ILLINGWORTH One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry. GERALD Love is a very wonderful thing, isn't it ? 94 LORD ILLINGWORTH When one is in love one begins by deceiving one's-self. And one ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. But a redWy grande passion is comparatively rare now-a- days. It is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. That is the one use of the idle classes in a country, and the only possible explana- tion of us Harfords. GERALD Harfords, Lord Illingworth ? LORD ILLINGWORTH That is my family name. You should study the Peerage, Gerald. It is the one book a young man about town should know thoroughly, and it is the best thing in fiction the English have ever done. And now, Gerald, you are going now into a perfectly new life with me, and I w^ant you to know how to live. \^Mrs. Arbuthnot appears on terrace behind^ For the world has been made by fools that wise men should live in it ! \Enter L.C. Lady Hunstanton and Dr. Daubetty.^ LADY HUNSTANTON Ah ! here you are, dear Lord Illingworth. Well, I suppose you have been telling our young friend, Gerald, what his new duties are to be, and giving him a great deal of good advice over a pleasant cigarette. 95 LORD ILLINGWORTH I have been giving him the best of advice, Lady Hunstanton, and the best of cigarettes. LADY HUNSTANTON I am so sorry I was not here to listen to you, but I suppose I am too old now to learn. Except from you, dear Archdeacon, when you are in your nice pulpit. But then I always know what you are going to say, so I don't feel alarmed. [Sees Mrs. Arbuthnot.'] Ah! dear Mrs. Arbuthnot, do come and join us. Come, dear. [Euter Mrs. Arbuthnot^ Gerald has been having such a long talk with Lord Illingworth ; I am sure you must feel very much flattered at the pleasant way in which every- thing has turned out for him. Let us sit down. YThcy sit dozvii.'] And how is your beautiful embroidery going on ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT I am always at work, Lady Hunstanton. LADY HUNSTANTON Mrs. Daubeny embroiders a little, too, doesn't she? THE ARCHDEACON She was very deft with her needle once, quite a Dorcas. But the gout has crippled her fingers a good deal. She has not touched the tambour frame for nine or ten years. But she has many other amusements. She is very much interested in her own health. 96 LADY HUNSTANTON Ah ! that is always a nice distraction, is it not ? Now, what are you talking about, Lord Illing- worth ? Do tell us. LORD ILLINGWORTH I was on the point of explaining to Gerald that the world has always laughed at its own tragedies, that being the only way in which it has been able to bear them. And that, consequently, whatever the world has treated seriously belongs to the comedy side of things. LADY HUNSTANTON Now I am quite out of my depth. I usually am when Lord Illingworth says anything. And the Humane Society is most careless. They never rescue me. I am left to sink. I have a dim idea, dear Lord Illingworth, that you are always on the side of the sinners, and I know I always try to be on the side of the saints, but that is as far as I get. And after all, it may be merely the fancy of a drowning person. LORD ILLINGWORTH The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. LADY HUNSTANTON Ah ! that quite does for me. I haven't a word to say. You and I, dear Mrs. Arbuthnot, are 97 N behind the age. We can't follow Lord IlHng- worth. Too much care was taken with our education, I am afraid. To have been well brought up is a great drawback now-a-days. It shuts one out from so much. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I should be sorry to follow Lord Illingworth in any of his opinions. LADY HUNSTANTON You are quite right, dear. [Gerald shrugs his shoulders and looks irritably over at his mother. Enter Lady Caroline^ LADY CAROLINE Jane, have you seen John anywhere ? LADY HUNSTANTON You needn't be anxious about him, dear. He is with Lady Stutfield ; I saw them some time ago, in the Yellow Drawing-room. They seem quite happy together. You are not going, Caroline ? Pray sit down. LADY CAROLINE I think I had better look after John, \Exit Lady Caroline?^ LADY HUNSTANTON It doesn't do to pay men so much attention. And Caroline has really nothing to be anxious 98 about. Lady Stutfield is very sympathetic. She is just as sympathetic about one thing as she is about another. A beautiful nature. [E7tter Sir John and Mrs. Allonby.'] Ah ! here is Sir John ! And with Mrs. Allonby too ! I suppose it was Mrs. Allonby I saw him with. Sir John, Caroline has been looking every- where for you. MRS. ALLONBY We have been waiting for her in the Music- room, dear Lady Hunstanton. LADY HUNSTANTON Ah ! the Music-room, of course. I thought it was the Yellow Drawing-room, my memory is getting so defective. \^To the Archdeacon.^ Mrs. Daubeny has a wonderful memory, hasn't she ? THE ARCHDEACON She used to be quite remarkable for her me- mory, but since her last attack she recalls chiefly the events of her early childhood. But she finds great pleasure in such retrospections, great pleasure. [Enter Lady Stutfield and Mr. Kelvil^ LADY HUNSTANTON Ah ! dear Lady Stutfield ! and what has Mr. Kelvil been talking to you about ? LADY STUTFIELD About Bimetallism, as well as I remember. 99 LADY HUNSTANTON Bimetallism ! Is that quite a nice subject ? However, I know people discuss everything very freely now-a-days. ^Vhat did Sir John talk to you about, dear Mrs. Allonby? MRS. ALLONBY About Patagonia. LADY HUNSTANTON Really ? What a remote topic ! But very im- proving, I have no doubt. MRS. ALLONBY He has been most interesting on the subject of Patagonia. Savages seem to have quite the same views as cultured people on almost all subjects. They are excessively advanced. LADY HUNSTANTON What do they do ? MRS. ALLONBY Apparently everything. LADY HUNSTANTON Well, it is very gratifying, dear Archdeacon, is it not, to find that Human Nature is permanently one. — On the whole, the world is the same world, is it not ? LORD ILLINGWORTH The world is simply divided into two classes — I GO those who believe the incredible, like the public — • and those who do the improbable MRS. ALLONBY Like yourself? LORD ILLINGWORTH Yes ; I am always astonishing myself. It is the only thing that makes life worth living. LADY STUTFIELD And what have you been doing lately that astonishes you .'' LORD ILLINGWORTH I have been discovering all kinds of beautiful qualities in my own nature. MRS. ALLONBY Ah ! don't become quite perfect all at once. Do it gradually ! LORD ILLINGWORTH I don't intend to grow perfect at all. At least, I hope I sha'n't. It would be most inconvenient. Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects. MRS. ALLONBY It is premature to ask us to forgive analysis. lOI We forgive adoration ; that is quite as much as should be expected from us. \Enter Lord Alfred. He joins Lady Stutfieldi\ LADY HUNSTANTON Ah ! we women should forgive everything, shouldn't we, dear Mrs. Arbuthnot? I am sure you agree with me in that. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I do not, Lady Hunstanton. I think there are many things women should never forgive. LADY HUNSTANTON What sort of things ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT The ruin of another woman's life. \IiLoves slowly away to back of stage.'] LADY HUNSTANTON Ah ! those things are very sad, no doubt, but I believe there are admirable homes where people of that kind are looked after and reformed, and I think on the whole that the secret of life is to take things very, very easily. MRS. ALLONBY The secret of life is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. 102 LADY STUTFIELD The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived. KELVIL The secret of life is to resist temptation, Lady Stutfield. LORD ILLINGWORTH There is no secret of life. Life's aim, if it has one, is simply to be always looking for tempta- tions. There are not nearly enough. I sometimes pass a whole day without coming across a single one. It is quite dreadful. It makes one so nervous about the future. LADY HUNSTANTON S^Shakes her fan at hint.'] I don't know how it is, dear Lord Illingworth, but everything you have said to-day seems to me excessively immoral. It has been most interesting, listening to you. LORD ILLINGWORTH All thought is immoral. Its very essence is destruction. If you think of anything, you kill it. Nothing survives being thought of. LADY HUNSTANTON I don't understand a word, Lord Illingworth. But I have no doubt it is all quite true. Person- ally, I have very little to reproach myself with, on the score of thinking. I don't believe in women 103 thinking too much. Women should think in moderation, as they should do all things in moderation. LORD ILLINGWORTH Moderation is a fatal thing, Lady Hunstanton. Nothing succeeds like excess. LADY HUNSTANTON I hope I shall remember that. It sounds an admirable maxim. But I 'm beginning to forget everything. It's a great misfortune. LORD ILLINGWORTH It is one of your most fascinating qualities, Lady Hunstanton. No woman should have a memory. Memory in a woman is the beginning of dowdiness. One can always tell from a woman's bonnet whether she has got a memory or not. LADY HUNSTANTON How charming you are, dear Lord Illingworth. You always find out that one's most glaring fault is one's most important virtue. You have the most comforting views of life. [EnUr Farquhar^ FARQUHAR Doctor Daubeny's carriage ! LADY HUNSTANTON My dear Archdeacon ! It is only half-past ten. 104 THE ARCHDEACON {^Rising.'] I am afraid I must go, Lady Hun- stanton. Tuesday is always one of Mrs. Daubeny's bad nights. LADY HUNSTANTON \^Rising.'\ Well, I won't keep you from her, [Goes tvith hint towards door.] I have told Far- quhar to put a brace of partridge into the carriage. Mrs. Daubeny may fancy them. THE ARCHDEACON It is very kind of you, but Mrs. Daubeny never touches solids now. Lives entirely on jellies. But she is wonderfully cheerful, wonderfully cheer- ful. She has nothing to complain of. [Exz'i with Lady Hunstanton?^ MRS. ALLONBY \Goes over to Lord Lllittgworth.] There is a beautiful moon to-night. LORD ILLINGWORTH Let us go and look at it. To look at anything that is inconstant is charming now-a-days. MRS. ALLONBY You have your looking-glass. LORD ILLINGWORTH It is unkind. It merely shows me my wrinkles. 105 O MRS. ALLONBY Mine is better behaved. It never tells me the truth. LORD ILLINGWORTH Then it is in love with you. [^Exeunt Sir John, Lady Stutfield, Mr. Kelvil, and Lord Alfred?^ GERALD \to Lord Illingworth'\ May I come too ? LORD ILLINGWORTH Do, my dear boy. \_Moves tozvards door with Mrs. Allonby and Gerald.'] \Lady Caroline enters, looks rapidly round and goes out in opposite direction to that taken by Sir John and Lady Stutjield.] MRS. ARBUTHNOT Gerald ! GERALD What, mother ! [Exit Lord Illingworth with Mrs. Allonby i\ MRS. ARBUTHNOT It is getting late. Let us go home. GERALD My dear mother. Do let us wait a little longer. 1 06 Lord Illingworth is so delightful, and, by the way, mother, I have a great surprise for you. We are starting for India at the end of this month. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Let us go home. GERALD If you really want to, of course, mother, but I must bid good-bye to Lord Illingworth first. I '11 be back in five minutes. [Exz'L] MRS. ARBUTHNOT Let him leave me if he chooses, but not with him — not with him ! I couldn't bear it. \^Walks up aiid down.] [Enter Hester.'] HESTER What a lovely night it is, Mrs. Arbuthnot. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Is it? HESTER Mrs. Arbuthnot, I wish you would let us be friends. You are so different from the other women here. When you came into the Drawing- room this evening, somehow you brought with you a sense of what is good and pure in life. I had 107 been foolish. There are things that are right to say, but that may be said at the wrong time and to the wrong people. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I heard what you said. I agree with it, Miss Worsley. HESTER I didn't know you had heard it. But I knew you would agree with me. A woman who has sinned should be punished, shouldn't she ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT Yes. HESTER She shouldn't be allowed to come into the society of good men and women ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT She should not. HESTER And the man should be punished in the same way? MRS. ARBUTHNOT In the same way. And the children, if there are children, in the same way also ? io8 HESTER Yes, it is right that the sins of the parents should be visited on the children. It is a just law. It is God's law. MRS. ARBUTHNOT It is one of God's terrible laws. [Moves away to fireplace^ HESTER You are distressed about your son leaving you, Mrs. Arbuthnot ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT Yes. HESTER Do you like him going away with Lord Illing- worth ? Of course there is position, no doubt, and money, but position and money are not everything, are they .'' MRS. ARBUTHNOT They are nothing ; they bring misery. HESTER Then why do you let your son go with him ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT He wishes it himself. 109 HESTER But if you asked him he would stay, would he not? MRS. ARBUTHNOT He has set his heart on going. HESTER He couldn't refuse you anything. He loves you too much. Ask him to stay. Let me send him in to you. He is on the terrace at this moment with Lord Illingworth. I heard them laughing together as I passed through the Music-room. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Don't trouble, Miss Worsley, I can wait. It is of no consequence. HESTER No, I '11 tell him you want him. Do — do ask him to stay. [Exit Hester.] MRS. ARBUTHNOT He won't come — I know he won't come. [Enter Lady Caroli7ie. She looks round anxiously. Enter Gerald^ LADY CAROLINE Mr. Arbuthnot, may I ask you is Sir John any- where on the terrace ? no GERALD No, Lady Caroline, he is not on the terrace. LADY CAROLINE It is very curious. It is time for him to retire. [Exzi Lady Caroline?^ GERALD Dear mother, I am afraid I kept you waiting. I forgot all about it. I am so happy to-night, mother ; I have never been so happy. MRS. ARBUTHNOT At the prospect of going away ? GERALD Don't put it like that, mother. Of course I am sorry to leave you. Why, you are the best mother in the whole world. But after all, as Lord Illing- worth says, it is impossible to live in such a place as Wrockley. You don't mind it. But I 'm ambitious ; I want something more than that. I want to have a career. I want to do something that will make you proud of me, and Lord lUing- worth is going to help me. He is going to do everything for me. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Gerald, don't go away with Lord Illingworth. I implore you not to. Gerald, I beg you ! Ill GERALD Mother, how changeable you are ! You don't seem to know your own mind for a single moment. An hour and a half ago in the Drawing-room you agreed to the whole thing ; now you turn round and make objections, and try to force me to give up my one chance in life. Yes, my one chance. You don't suppose that men like Lord Illingworth are to be found every day, do you, mother? It is very strange that when I have had such a wonder- ful piece of good luck, the one person to put difficulties in my way should be my own mother. Besides, you know, mother, I love Hester Worsley. Who could help loving her ? I love her more than I have ever told you, far more. And if I had a position, if I had prospects, I could — I could ask her to — Don't you understand now, mother, what it means to me to be Lord Illingworth's secretary? To start like that is to find a career ready for one — before one — waiting for one. If I were Lord Illingworth's secretary I could ask Hester to be my wife. As a wretched bank clerk with a hundred a year it would be an impertinence. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I fear you need have no hopes of Miss Worsley. I know her views on life. She has just told them to me. [A pause.] CRALD Then I have my ambition left, at any rate. That is something — I am glad I have that ! You have always tried to crush my ambition, mother — haven't you ? You have told me that the world is a wicked place, that success is not worth having, that society is shallow, and all that sort of thing — well, I don't believe it, mother. I think the world must be delightful. I think society must be exquisite. I think success is a thing worth having. You have been wrong in all that you taught me, mother, quite wrong. Lord Illingworth is a successful man. He is a fashionable man. He is a man who lives in the world and for it Well, I would give anything to be just like Lord Illingworth. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I would sooner see you dead. GERALD Mother, what is your objection to Lord Illing- worth ? Tell me — tell me right out. What is it .'' MRS. ARBUTHNOT He is a bad man. GERALD In what way bad ? I don't understand what you mean. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I will tell you. 113 p GERALD I suppose you think him bad, because he doesn't believe the same things as you do. Well, men are dififerent from women, mother. It is natural that they should have different views. MRS. ARBUTHNOT It is not what Lord Illingworth believes, or what he does not believe, that makes him bad. It is what he is. GERALD Mother, is it something you know of him ? Something you actually know ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT It is something I know. GERALD Something you are quite sure of.-' MRS. ARBUTHNOT Quite sure of. GERALD How long have you known it ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT For twenty years. GERALD Is it fair to go back twenty years in any 114 man's career ? And what have you or I to do with Lord Illingworth's early life ? What busi- ness is it of ours ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT What this man has been, he is now, and will be always. GERALD Mother, tell me what Lord Illingworth did ,-' If he did anything shameful, I will not go away with him. Surely you know me well enough for that ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT Gerald, come near to me. Quite close to me, as you used to do when you were a little boy, when you were mother's own boy. [^Gerald sits down beside his mother. She runs her fingers through his hair, and strokes his hands.^ Gerald, there was a girl once, she was very young, she was little over eighteen at the time. George Harford — that was Lord Illingworth's name then — George Harford met her. She knew nothing about life. He — knew everything. He made this girl love him. He made her love him so much that she left her father's house with him one morning. She loved him so much, and he had promised to marry her ! He had solemnly promised to marry her, and she had believed him. She was very young, and — and ignorant of what life really is. But he put the marriage off from week to week, and month to month. — She trusted 115 in him all the while. She loved him. — Before her child was born — for she had a child — she implored him for the child's sake to marry her, that the child might have a name, that her sin might not be visited on the child, who was innocent. He refused. After the child was born she left him, taking the child away, and her life was ruined, and her soul ruined, and all that was sweet, and good, and pure in her ruined also. She suffered terribly — she suffers now. She will always suffer. For her there is no joy, no peace, no atonement. She is a woman who drags a chain like a guilty thing. She is a woman who wears a mask, like a thing that is a leper. The fire cannot purify her. The waters cannot quench her anguish. Nothing can heal her ! no anodyne can give her sleep ! no poppies forgetfulness ! She is lost ! She is a lost soul ! — That is why I call Lord Illingworth a bad man. That is why I don't want my boy to be with him. GERALD My dear mother, it all sounds very tragic, of course. But I dare say the girl was just as much to blame as Lord Illingworth was. — After all, would a really nice girl, a girl with any nice feelings at all, go away from her home with a man to whom she was not married, and live with him as his wife ? No nice girl would. MRS. ARBUTHNOT [A/ter a pause.'] Gerald, I withdraw all my 1 16 objections. You are at liberty to go away with Lord Illingworth, when and where you choose. GERALD Dear mother, I knew you wouldn't stand in my way. You are the best woman God ever made. And, as for Lord Illingworth, I don't believe he is capable of anything infamous or base. I can't believe it of him — I can't. HESTER [Oiifside.] Let me go ! Let me go ! [Enier Hester in terror, and rushes over to Gerald and flings herself iti his arms.^ HESTER Oh ! save me — save me from him ! GERALD From whom ? HESTER He has insulted me ! Horribly insulted me ! Save me ! GERALD Who ? Who has dared ? [Lord Illingworth enters at back of stage. Hester breaks from Gerald's arms and points to him.] 117 GERALD \He is quite beside himself with rage and indignation?\ Lord IlHngworth, you have insulted the purest thing on God's earth, a thing as pure as my own mother. You have insulted the woman I love most in the world with my own mother. As there is a God in heaven, I will kill you ! MRS. ARBUTHNOT \Rusliing across and catching hold of kim.^ No ! no ! GERALD yrJirusting her back ^ Don't hold me, mother. Don't hold me— I '11 kill him ! MRS. ARBUTHNOT Gerald ! GERALD Let me go, I say ! MRS. ARBUTHNOT Stop, Gerald, stop ! He is your own father ! [Gerald clutches his mother's hands and looks into her face. She sinks slowly on the ground in shame. Hester steals towards the door. Lord IlHngworth froivns and bites his lip. After a time Gerald raises his mother up, puts his arm round her, and leads her from the room^ Act-drop. ii8 FOURTH ACT Scene — Sitting-room at Mrs. ArbutJinofs. Large open French window at back, looking on to garden. Doors R.C. and L.C. \Gerald Arbuthiiot writi^ig at table.'] \Enter Alice R.C. followed by Lady Hunstanton and Mrs. Allonby.] ALICE ^ Lady Hunstanton and Mrs. Allonby. {Exit L. C] LADY HUNSTANTON Good morning, Gerald. GERALD {Rising."] Good morning, Lady Hunstanton. Good morning, Mrs. Allonby. LADY HUNSTANTON {Sitting down.] We came to inquire for your dear mother, Gerald. I hope she is better ? 121 Q GERALD My mother has not come down yet, Lady Hunstanton. LADY HUNSTANTON Ah, I am afraid the heat was too much for her last night. I think there must have been thunder in the air. Or perhaps it was the music. Music makes one feel so romantic — at least it always gets on one's nerves. MRS. ALLONBY It 's the same thing, now-a-days. LADY HUNSTANTON I am so glad I don't know what you mean, dear. I am afraid you mean something wrong. Ah, I see you 're examining Mrs. Arbuthnot's pretty room. Isn't it nice and old-fashioned ? MRS. ALLONBY \_Surveying the roo7n through her lorgnette^ It looks quite the happy English home. LADY HUNSTANTON That's just the word, dear; that just describes it. One feels your mother's good influence in everything she has about her, Gerald. MRS. ALLONBY Lord Illingworth says that all influence is bad, 122 but that a good influence is the worst in the world. LADY HUNSTANTON When Lord Illingworth knows Mrs. Arbuthnot better, he will change his mind. I must certainly bring him here. MRS. ALLONBY I should like to see Lord Illingworth in a happy- English home. LADY HUNSTANTON It would do him a great deal of good, dear. Most women in London, now-a-days, seem to furnish their rooms with nothing but orchids, foreigners, and French novels. But here we have the room of a sweet saint. Fresh natural flowers, books that don't shock one, pictures that one can look at without blushing. MRS. ALLONBY But I like blushing. LADY HUNSTANTON Well, there is a good deal to be said for blush- ing, if one can do it at the proper moment. Poor dear Hunstanton used to tell me I didn't blush nearly often enough. But then he was so very particular. He wouldn't let me know any of his men friends, except those who were over seventy, 123 like poor Lord Ashton : who afterwards, by the way, was brought into the Divorce Court. A most unfortunate case. MRS. ALLONBY I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a lifetime. I think seventy an ideal age for a man. LADY HUNSTANTON She is quite incorrigible, Gerald, isn't she .-• By- the-by, Gerald, I hope your dear mother will come and see me more often now. You and Lord Illingworth start almost immediately, don't you ? GERALD I have given up my intention of being Lord Illingworth's secretary. LADY HUNSTANTON Surely not, Gerald ! It would be most unwise of you. What reason can you have ? GERALD I don't think I should be suitable for the post. MRS. ALLONBY I wish Lord Illingworth would ask me to be his secretary. But he says I am not serious enough. 124 LADY HUNSTANTON My dear, you really mustn't talk like that in this house. Mrs. Arbuthnot doesn't know any- thing about the wicked society in which we all live. She won't go into it. She is far too good. I consider it was a great honour her coming to me last night. It gave quite an atmosphere of respectability to the party. MRS. ALLONBY Ah, that must have been what you thought was thunder in the air. LADY HUNSTANTON My dear, how can you say that ? There is no resemblance between the two things at all. But really, Gerald, what do you mean by not being suitable? GERALD Lord Illingworth's views of life and mine are too different. LADY HUNSTANTON But, my dear Gerald, at your age you shouldn't have any views of life. They are quite out of place. You must be guided by others in this matter. Lord Illingworth has made you the most flattering offer, and travelling with him you would see the world — as much of it, at least, as one should look at — under the best auspices possible, and stay 125 with all the right people, which is so important at this solemn moment in your career. GERALD I don't want to see the world : I 've seen enough of it. MRS. ALLONBY I hope you don't think you have exhausted life, Mr. Arbuthnot. When a man says that one knows that life has exhausted him. GERALD I don't wish to leave my mother. LADY HUNSTANTON Now, Gerald, that is pure laziness on your part. Not leave your mother ! If I were your mother I would insist on your going. \_Enter Alice L.C^ ALICE Mrs. Arbuthnot's compliments, my lady, but she has a bad headache, and cannot see any one this morning. \Exit R.C.\ LADY HUNSTANTON \Rising^ A bad headache ! I am so sorry ! Perhaps you '11 bring her up to Hunstanton this afternoon, if she is better, Gerald. 126 GERALD I am afraid not this afternoon, Lady Hun- stanton. LADY HUNSTANTON Well, to-morrow, then. Ah, if you had a father, Gerald, he wouldn't let you waste your life here. He would send you off with Lord Illingworth at once. But mothers are so weak. They give up to their sons in everything. We are all heart, all heart. Come, dear, I must call at the rectory and inquire for Mrs. Daubeny, who, I am afraid, is far from well. It is wonderful how the Arch- deacon bears up, quite wonderful. He is the most sympathetic of husbands. Quite a model. Good- bye, Gerald, give my fondest love to your mother. MRS. ALLONBY Good-bye, Mr. Arbuthnot. GERALD Good-bye. [Exit Lady Hiinstanton and Mrs. Allonby. Gerald sits down and reads over his letter.l GERALD What name can I sign ? I, who have no right to any name. \Signs name, puis letter into envelope, addresses it, and is about to seal it, when Door L. C. opens and Mrs. Arbuthnot enters. Gerald lays down sealing-wax. Mother and son look at each other. '\ 127 LADY HUNSTANTON [Through French window at the dack.] Good- bye again, Gerald. We are taking the short cut across your pretty garden. Now, remember my advice to you — start at once with Lord lUingworth. MRS. ALLONBY A7i revot'r, Mr. Arbuthnot. Mind you bring me back something nice from your travels — not an Indian shawl — on no account an Indian shawl. [Exeunt.] GERALD Mother, I have just written to him. MRS. ARBUTHNOT To whom ? GERALD To my father. I have written to tell him to come here at four o'clock this afternoon. MRS. ARBUTHNOT He shall not come here. He shall not cross the threshold of my house. GERALD He must come. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Gerald, if you are going away with Lord Illing- 128 worth, go at once. Go before it kills me : but don't ask me to meet him. GERALD Mother, you don't understand. Nothing in the world would induce me to go away vvath Lord Illingworth, or to leave you. Surely you know me well enough for that. No : I have written to him to say MRS. ARBUTHNOT What can you have to say to him ? GERALD Can't you guess, mother, what I have written in this letter ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT No. GERALD Mother, surely you can. Think, think what must be done, now, at once, within the next few days. MRS. ARBUTHNOT There is nothing to be done. GERALD I have written to Lord Illingworth to tell him that he must marry you. 129 R MRS. ARBUTHNOT Marry me ? GERALD Mother, I will force him to do it. The wrong that has been done you must be repaired. Atone- ment must be made. Justice may be slow, mother, but it comes in the end. In a few days you shall be Lord Illingworth's lawful wife. MRS. ARBUTHNOT But, Gerald GERALD I will insist upon his doing it. I will make him do it : he will not dare to refuse. MRS. ARBUTHNOT But, Gerald, it is I who refuse. I will not marry Lord Illingworth. GERALD Not marry him ? Mother ! MRS. ARBUTHNOT I will not marry him. GERALD But you don't understand : it is for your sake I am talking, not for mine. This marriage, this 130 necessary marriage, this marriage that, for obvious reasons, must inevitably take place, will not help me, will not give me a name that will be really, rightly mine to bear. But surely it will be some- thing for you, that you, my mother, should, how- ever late, become the wife of the man who is my father. Will not that be something ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT I will not marry him. GERALD Mother, you must. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I will not. You talk of atonement for a wrong done. What atonement can be made to me ? There is no atonement possible. I am disgraced : he is not. That is all. It is the usual history of a man and a woman as it usually happens, as it always happens. And the ending is the ordinary ending. The woman suffers. The man goes free. GERALD I don't know if that is the ordinary ending, mother : I hope it is not. But your life, at any rate, shall not end like that. The man shall make whatever reparation is possible. It is not enough. It does not wipe out the past, I know that. But at least it makes the future better, better for you, mother. 131 MRS. ARBUTHNOT I refuse to marry Lord Illingworth. GERALD If he came to you himself and asked you to be his wife you would give him a different answer. Remember, he is my father. MRS. ARBUTHNOT If he came himself, which he will not do, my answer would be the same. Remember I am your mother, GERALD Mother, you make it terribly difficult for me by talking like that, and I can't understand why you won't look at this matter from the right, from the only proper standpoint. It is to take away the bitterness out of your life, to take away the shadow that lies on your name, that this marriage must take place. There is no alternative : and after the marriage you and I can go away together. But the marriage must take place first. It is a duty that you owe, not merely to yourself, but to all other women — yes : to all the other women in the world, lest he betray more. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I owe nothing to other women. There is not one of them to help me. There is not one woman in the world to whom I could go for pity, if 132 I would take it, or for sympathy, if I could win it. Women are hard on each other. That girl, last night, good though she is, fled from the room as though I were a tainted thing. She was right. I am a tainted thing. But my wrongs are my own, and I will bear them alone. I must bear them alone. What have women who have not sinned to do with me, or I with them ? We do not understand each other. [Enter Hester behind.'] GERALD I implore you to do what I ask you. MRS. ARBUTHNOT What son has ever asked of his mother to make so hideous a sacrifice ? None. GERALD What mother has ever refused to marry the father of her own child ? None. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Let me be the first, then. I will not do it. GERALD Mother, you believe in religion, and you brought me up to believe in it also. Well, surely your religion, the religion that you taught me when I was a boy, mother, must tell you that I am right. You know it, you feel it. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I do not know it. I do not feel it, nor will I 133 ever stand before God's altar and ask God's blessing on so hideous a mockery as a marriage between me and George Harford. I will not say the words the Church bids us to say. I will not say them. I dare not. How could I swear to love the man I loathe, to honour him who wrought you dishonour, to obey him who, in his mastery, made me to sin ? No : marriage is a sacrament for those who love each other. It is not for such as him, or such as me. Gerald, to save you from the world's sneers and taunts I have lied to the world. For twenty years I have lied to the world. I could not tell the world the truth. Who can, ever ? But not for my own sake will I lie to God, and in God's presence. No, Gerald, no ceremony, Church-hallowed or State-made, shall ever bind me to George Harford. It may be that I am too bound to him already, who, robbing me, yet left me richer, so that in the mire of my life, I found the pearl of price, or what I thought would be so. GERALD I don't understand you now. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Men don't understand what mothers are. I am no different from other women except in the wrong done me and the wrong I did, and my very heavy punishments and great disgrace. And yet, to bear you I had to look on death. To nurture you I had to wrestle with it. Death fought with me for you. All women have to fight with death 134 to keep their children. Death, being childless, wants our children from us. Gerald, when you were naked I clothed you, when you were hungry I gave you food. Night and day all that long winter I tended you. No office is too mean, no care too lowly for the thing we women love — and oh ! how / loved you. Not Hannah Samuel more. And you needed love, for you were weakly, and only love could have kept you alive. Only love can keep any one alive. And boys are careless often and without thinking give pain, and we always fancy that when they come to man's estate and know us better, they will repay us. But it is not so. The world draws them from our side, and they make friends with whom they are happier than they are with us, and have amusements from which we are barred, and interests that are not ours : and they are unjust to us often, for when they find life bitter they blame us for it, and when they find it sweet we do not taste its sweetness with them. . . . You made many friends and went into their houses and were glad with them, and I, knowing my secret, did not dare to follow, but stayed at home and closed the door, shut out the sun and sat in darkness. What should I have done in honest households } My past was ever with me. . . . And you thought I didn't care for the pleasant things of life. I tell you I longed for them, but did not dare to touch them, feeling I had no right. You thought I was happier working amongst the poor. That was my mission, you imagined. It was not, but 135 where else was I to go ? The sick do not ask if the hand that smooths their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin. It was you I thought of all the time ; I gave to them the love you did not need : lavished on them a love that was not theirs. . . . And you thought I spent too much of my time in going to Church, and in Church duties. But where else could I turn ? God's house is the only house where sinners are made welcome, and you were always in my heart, Gerald, too much in my heart. For, though day after day, at morn or evensong, I have knelt in God's house, I have never repented of my sin. How could I repent of my sin when you, my love, were its fruit ! Even now that you are bitter to me I cannot repent. I do not. You are more to me than innocence. I would rather be your mother — oh ! much rather ! — than have been always pure. . . . Oh, don't you see ? don't yoii under- stand ? It is my dishonour that has made you so dear to me. It is my disgrace that has bound you so closely to me. It is the price I paid for you — the price of soul and body — that makes me love you as I do. Oh, don't ask me to do this horrible thing. Child of my shame, be still the child of my shame ! GERALD Mother, I didn't know you loved me so much as that. And I will be a better son to you than I have been. And you and I must never leave 136 each other . . . but, mother ... I can't help it . . . you must become my father's wife. You must marry him. It is your duty. HESTER \Running forward and embracing Mrs. A rbuth- not.'\ No, no : you shall not. That would be real dishonour, the first you have ever known. That would be real disgrace : the first to touch you. Leave him and come with me. There are other countries than England. . . . Oh ! other countries over sea, better, wiser, and less unjust lands. The world is very wide and very big. MRS. ARBUTHNOT No, not for me. For me the world is shrivelled to a palm's breadth, and where I walk there are thorns. HESTER It shall not be so. We shall somewhere find green valleys and fresh waters, and if we weep, well, we shall weep together. Have we not both loved him ? GERALD Hester ! HESTER [Waving /izm back] Don't, don't! You can- not love me at all, unless you love her also. You 137 S cannot honour me, unless she's hoh'er to you. In her all womanhood is martyred. Not she alone, but all of us are stricken in her house. GERALD Hester, Hester, what shall I do ? HESTER Do you respect the man who is your father ? GERALD Respect him ? I despise him ! He is in- famous ! HESTER I thank you for saving me from him last night. GERALD Ah, that is nothing. I would die to save you. But you don't tell me what to do now ! HESTER Have I not thanked you for saving me ? GERALD But what should I do ? HESTER Ask your own heart, not mine. I never had a mother to save, or shame. 138 MRS. ARBUTHNOT He is hard — he is hard. Let me go away. GERALD [^Rushes over and kneels down beside his mot/ier.] Mother, forgive me : I have been to blame. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Don't kiss my hands : they are cold. My heart is cold : something has broken it. HESTER Ah, don't say that. Hearts live by being wounded. Pleasure may turn a heart to stone, riches may make it callous, but sorrow — oh, sorrow cannot break it. Besides, what sorrows have you now ? Why, at this moment you are more dear to him than ever, dear though you have deen, and oh ! how dear you /lave been always. Ah ! be kind to him. GERALD You are my mother and my father all in one. I need no second parent. It was for you I spoke, for you alone. Oh, say something, mother. Have I but found one love to lose another? Don't tell me that. O mother, you are cruel. [Geis np and flings himself sobbing on a so/a.] MRS. ARBUTHNOT [To Hesler.] But has he found indeed another love ? 139 HESTER You know I have loved him always. MRS. ARBUTHNOT But we are very poor. HESTER Who, being loved, is poor ? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden. Let him share it with me. MRS. ARBUTHNOT But we are disgraced. We rank among the outcasts. Gerald is nameless. The sins of the parents should be visited on the children. It is God's law. HESTER I was wrong. God's law is only Love. MRS. ARBUTHNOT [Rises, and takitig Hester by the hand, goes slowly over to where Gerald is lyitig oft tfie sofa with his head buried in his hands. She touches him and he looks 7ip.] Gerald, I cannot give you a father, but I have brought you a wife. GERALD Mother, I am not worthy either of her or you. MRS. ARBUTHNOT So she comes first, you are worthy. And when 140 you are away, Gerald . . . with . . . her — oh, think of me sometimes. Don't forget me. And when you pray, pray for me. We should pray when we are happiest, and you will be happy, Gerald. HESTER Oh, you don't think of leaving us ? GERALD Mother, you won't leave us ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT I might bring shame upon you ! GERALD Mother ! MRS. ARBUTHNOT For a little then : and if you let me, near you always. HESTER [To Mrs. Arbuthnot.'] Come out with us to the garden. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Later on, later on. \Exeunt Hester and Gerald?^ [Mrs. Arbuthnot goes towards door L.C. Stops at looking-glass over mantlepiece and looks into it.] [Enter Alice R.C^ 141 ALICE A gentleman to see you, ma'am. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Say I am not at home. Show me the card. [Takes card from salver and looks at It.] Say I will not see him. [Lord Illingworth oiters. Mrs. Arbuthnot sees him in the glass aiid starts, but does not turn routid. Exit Alice.] What can you have to say to me to-day, George Harford ? You can have nothing to say to me. You must leave this house. LORD ILLINGWORTH Rachel, Gerald knows everything about you and me now, so some arrangement must be come to that will suit us all three. I assure you, he will find in me the most charming and generous of fathers. MRS. ARBUTHNOT My son may come in at any moment. I saved you last night. I may not be able to save you again. My son feels my dishonour strongly, terribly strongly. I beg you to go. LORD ILLINGWORTH [Sitting down.] Last night was excessively unfortunate. That silly Puritan girl making a scene merely because I wanted to kiss her. What harm is there in a kiss ? 142 MRS. ARBUTHNOT \Turning roiind.'\ A kiss may ruin a human life, George Harford. / know that. / know that too well. LORD ILLINGWORTH We won't discuss that at present. What is of importance to-day, as yesterday, is still our son. I am extremely fond of him, as you know, and odd though it may seem to you, I admired his conduct last night immensely. He took up the cudgels for that pretty prude with wonderful promptitude. He is just what I should have liked a son of mine to be. Except that no son of mine should ever take the side of the Puritans : that is always an error. Now, what I propose is this. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Lord Illingworth, no proposition of yours interests me. LORD ILLINGWORTH According to our ridiculous English laws, I can't legitimise Gerald. But I can leave him my property. Illingworth is entailed, of course, but it is a tedious barrack of a place. He can have Ashby, which is much prettier, Harborough which has the best shooting in the north of England, and the house in St. James Square. What more can a gentleman desire in this world ? 143 MRS. ARBUTHNOT Nothing more, I am quite sure. LORD ILLINGWORTH As for a title, a title is really rather a nuisance in these democratic days. As George Har- ford I had everything I wanted. Now I have merely everything that other people want, which isn't nearly so pleasant. Well, my proposal is this. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I told you I was not interested, and I beg you to go. LORD ILLINGWORTH The boy is to be with you for six months in the year, and with me for the other six. That is perfectly fair, is it not ? You can have what- ever allowance you like, and live where you choose. As for your past, no one knows anything about it except myself and Gerald. There is the Puritan, of course, the Puritan in white muslin, but she doesn't count. She couldn't tell the story without explaining that she objected to being kissed, could she? And all the women would think her a fool and the men think her a bore. And you need not be afraid that Gerald won't be my heir. I needn't tell you I have not the slightest intention of marrying. 144 MRS. ARBUTHNOT You come too late. My son has no need of you. You are not necessary. LORD ILLINGWORTII What do you mean, Rachel ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT That you are not necessary to Gerald's career. He does not require you. LORD ILLINGWORTH I do not understand you. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Look into the garden. [Lord Illingworth rises and goes towards window.'] You had better not let them see you : you bring unpleasant memories. [Lord Lllingworth looks out and starts.] She loves him. They love each other. We are safe from you, and we are going away. LORD ILLINGWORTH Where ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT We will not tell you, and if you find us we will not know you. You seem surprised. What wel- come would you get from the girl whose lips you 145 T tried to soil, from the boy whose life you have shamed, from the mother whose dishonour comes from you. LORD ILLINGWORTH You have grown hard, Rachel. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I was too weak once. It is well for me that I have changed. LORD ILLINGWORTH I was very young at the time. We men know life too early. MRS. ARBUTHNOT And we women know life too late. That is the difference between men and women. [A pause.] LORD ILLINGWORTH Rachel, I want my son. My money may be of no use to him now. I may be of no use to him, but I want my son. Bring us together, Rachel. You can do it if you choose. [Sees letter on table.] MRS. ARBUTHNOT There is no room in my boy's life for yoii. He is not interested in you. LORD ILLINGWORTH Then why does he write to me ^ 146 MRS. ARBUTHNOT What do you mean ? LORD ILLINGWORTH What letter is this ? [ Takes up letter^ MRS. ARBUTHNOT That — is nothing. Give it to me. LORD ILLINGWORTH It is addressed to me. MRS. ARBUTHNOT You are not to open it. I forbid you to open it. LORD ILLINGWORTH And in Gerald's handwriting, tj* MRS. ARBUTHNOT It was not to have been sent. It is a letter he wrote to you this morning before he saw me. But he is sorry now he wrote it, very sorry. You are not to open it. Give it to me. LORD ILLINGWORTH It belongs to me. {Opens it, sits down and reads it slozvly. Mrs. Arbuthnot watches him all the time.'] You have read this letter, I suppose, Rachel ? 147 MRS. ARBUTHNOT No. LORD ILLINGWORTH You know what is in it ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT Yes! LORD ILLINGWORTH I don't admit for a moment that the boy is right in what he says. I don't admit that it is any duty of mine to marry you. I deny it entirely. But to get my son back I am ready — yes, I am ready to marry you, Rachel — and to treat you always with the deference and respect due to my wife. I will marry you as soon as you choose. I give you my word of honour. MRS. ARBUTHNOT You made that promise to me once before and broke it. LORD ILLINGWORTH I will keep it now. And that will show you that I love my son, at least as much as you love him. For when I marry you, Rachel, there are some ambitions I shall have to surrender. High ambitions too, if any ambition is high. 148 MRS. ARBUTHNOT I decline to marry you, Lord Illingworth. LORD ILLINGWORTH Are you serious ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT Yes. LORD ILLINGWORTH Do tell me your reasons. They would interest me enormously. MRS. ARBUTHNOT I have already explained them to my son. LORD ILLINGWORTH I suppose they were intensely sentimental, weren't they ? You women live by your emo- tions and for them. You have no philosophy of life. MRS. ARBUTHNOT You are right. We women live by our emotions and for them. By our passions, and for them, if you will. I have two passions, Lord Illingworth : my love of him, my hate of you. You cannot kill those. They feed each other. 149 LORD ILLINGWORTH What sort of love is that which needs to have hate as its brother ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT It is the sort of love I have for Gerald. Do you think that terrible ? Well, it is terrible. All love is terrible. All love is a tragedy. I loved you once, Lord Illingworth. Oh, what a tragedy for a woman to have loved you ! LORD ILLINGWORTH So you really refuse to marry me .-• MRS. ARBUTHNOT Yes. LORD ILLINGWORTH Because you hate me } MRS. ARBUTHNOT Yes. LORD ILLINGWORTH And does my son hate me as you do .'' MRS. ARBUTHNOT No. 150 LORD ILLINGWORTH I am glad of that, Rachel. MRS. ARBUTHNOT He merely despises you. LORD ILLINGWORTH What a pity ! What a pity for him, I mean. MRS. ARBUTHNOT Don't be deceived, George. Children begin by loving their parents. After a time they judge them. Rarely if ever do they forgive them. LORD ILLINGWORTH [^Reads letter over again, very slowly.'] May I ask by what arguments you made the boy who wrote this letter, this beautiful, passionate letter, believe that you should not marry his father, the father of your own child. MRS. ARBUTHNOT It was not I who made him see it. It was another. LORD ILLINGWORTH Whal fin-de-sikle person? MRS. ARBUTHNOT The Puritan, Lord Illingworth. [A pause.'] 151 LORD ILLINGWORTH [ Winces, then rises slowly and goes over to table where his hat and gloves are. Mrs. Arbuthnot is standing close to the table. He picks 2ip one of the gloves and begins putting it on.] There is not much then for me to do here, Rachel ? MRS. ARBUTHNOT Nothing. LORD ILLINGWORTH It is good-bye, is it } MRS. ARBUTHNOT For ever, I hope, this time. Lord Illingworth. LORD ILLINGWORTH How curious ! At this moment you look exactly as you looked the night you left me twenty years ago. You have just the same expression in your mouth. Upon my word, Rachel, no woman ever loved me as you did. Why, you gave yourself to me like a flower, to do anything I liked with. You were the prettiest of playthings, the most fascinating of small romances. . . . [Pnlls out watch^ Quarter to two ! Must be strolling back to Hunstanton. Don't suppose I shall see you there again, I 'm sorry, I am, really. It 's been an amusing experience to have met amongst 152 people of one's own rank, and treated quite seriously too, one's mistress, and one's [Mrs. Arhuthnot snatches tip glove and strikes Lord IllingwortJi across the face with it. Lord Illingworth starts. He is dazed by the insult of his punishment. Then he controls himself and goes to window and looks out at his son. Sighs, and leaves the room.] MRS. ARBUTIiNOT [Falls sobbing on the sofa.] He would have said it. He would have said it. [Enter Gerald and Hester from the garden^ GERALD Well, dear mother. You never came out after all. So we have come in to fetch you. Mother, you have not been crying .-' [Kneels down beside her.] MRS. ARBUTHNOT My boy ! My boy ! My boy ! [Running her fingers through his hair.] HESTER [Coming over.] But you have two children now. You '11 let me be your daughter } MRS. 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