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L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. Lady Windermere! I knew the time would come some day; but why to-night?

L
ORD
W
INDERMERE
. I
will
tell her. I must. It would be terrible if there were any scene. Margaret …

P
ARKER
. Mrs. Erlynne!

(Lord Windermere starts. Mrs. Erlynne enters, very beautifully dressed and very dignified. Lady Windermere clutches at her fan, then lets it drop on the floor. She bows coldly to Mrs. Erlynne, who bows to her sweetly in turn, and sails into the room.)

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. You have dropped your fan, Lady Windermere.
(Picks it up and hands it to her.)

M
RS
. E
RLYNNE
.
(C.)
How do you do, again, Lord Windermere? How charming your sweet wife looks! Quite a picture!

L
ORD
W
INDERMERE
.
(In a low voice.)
It was terribly rash of you to come!

M
RS
. E
RLYNNE
.
(Smiling.)
The wisest thing I ever did in my life. And, by the way, you must pay me a good deal of attention this evening. I am afraid of the women. You must introduce me to some of them. The men I can always manage. How do you do, Lord Augustus? You have quite neglected me lately. I have not seen you since yesterday. I am afraid you’re faithless. Every one told me so.

L
ORD
A
UGUSTUS
.
(R.)
Now really, Mrs. Erlynne, allow me to explain.

M
RS
. E
RLYNNE
.
(R.C.)
No, dear Lord Augustus, you can’t explain anything. It is your chief charm.

L
ORD
A
UGUSTUS
. Ah! if you find charms in me, Mrs. Erlynne——

(They converse together. Lord Windermere moves uneasily about the room watching Mrs. Erlynne.)

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
.
(To Lady Windermere.)
How pale you are!

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
. Cowards are always pale!

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. You look faint. Come out on the terrace.

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
. Yes.
(To Parker.)
Parker, send my cloak out.

M
RS
. E
RLYNNE
.
(Crossing to her.)
Lady Windermere, how beautifully your terrace is illuminated. Reminds me of Prince Doria’s at Rome.

(Lady Windermere bows coldly, and goes off with Lord Darlington.)

Oh, how do you do, Mr. Graham? Isn’t that your aunt, Lady Jedburgh? I should so much like to know her.

C
ECIL
G
RAHAM
.
(After a moment’s hesitation and embarrassment.)
Oh, certainly, if you wish it. Aunt Caroline, allow me to introduce Mrs. Erlynne.

M
RS
. E
RLYNNE
. So pleased to meet you, Lady Jedburgh.
(Sits beside her on the sofa.)
Your nephew and I are great friends. I am so much interested in his political career. I think he’s sure to be a wonderful success. He thinks like a Tory and talks like a Radical, and
that’s so important now-a-days. He’s such a brilliant talker, too.

But we all know from whom he inherits that. Lord Allandale was saying to me only yesterday, in the Park, that Mr. Graham talks almost as well as his aunt.

L
ADY
J
EDBURGH
.
(R.)
Most kind of you to say these charming things to me!
(Mrs. Erlynne smiles, and continues conversation.)

D
UMBY
.
(To Cecil Graham.)
Did you introduce Mrs. Erlynne to Lady Jedburgh?

C
ECIL
G
RAHAM
. Had to, my dear fellow. Couldn’t help it! That woman can make one do anything she wants. How, I don’t know.

D
UMBY
. Hope to goodness she won’t speak to me!
(Saunters towards Lady Plymdale.)

M
RS
. E
RLYNNE
.
(C. to Lady Jedburgh.)
On Thursday? With great pleasure.
(Rises, and speaks to Lord Windermere, laughing.)
What a bore it is to have to be civil to these old dowagers! But they always insist on it!

L
ADY
P
LYMDALE
.
(To Mr. Dumby.)
Who is that well-dressed woman talking to Windermere?

D
UMBY
. Haven’t got the slightest idea! Looks like an
édition de luxe
of a wicked French novel, meant specially for the English market.

M
RS
. E
RLYNNE
. So that is poor Dumby with Lady Plymdale? I hear she is frightfully jealous of him. He doesn’t seem anxious to speak to me to-night. I suppose he is afraid of her. Those straw-coloured women have dreadful tempers. Do you know, I think I’ll dance with you first, Windermere.
(Lord Windermere bites his lip and frowns.)
It will make Lord Augustus so jealous! Lord Augustus!
(Lord Augustus comes down.)
Lord Windermere insists on my dancing with him first, and, as it’s his own house, I can’t well refuse. You know I would much sooner dance with you.

L
ORD
A
UGUSTUS
.
(With a low bow.)
I wish I could think so, Mrs. Erlynne.

M
RS
. E
RLYNNE
. You know it far too well. I can fancy a person dancing through life with you and finding it charming.

L
ORD
A
UGUSTUS
.
(Placing his hand on his white waistcoat.)
Oh, thank you, thank you. You are the most adorable of all ladies!

M
RS
. E
RLYNNE
. What a nice speech! So simple and so sincere! Just the sort of speech I like. Well, you shall hold my bouquet.
(Goes towards ball-room on Lord Windermere’s arm.)
Ah, Mr. Dumby, how are you? I am so sorry I have been out the last three times you have called. Come and lunch on Friday.

D
UMBY
.
(With perfect nonchalance.)
Delighted!

(Lady Plymdale glares with indignation at Mr. Dumby. Lord Augustus follows Mrs. Erlynne and Lord Windermere into the ball-room holding bouquet.)

L
ADY
P
LYMDALE
.
(To Mr. Dumby.)
What an absolute brute you are! I never can believe a word you say! Why did you tell me you didn’t know her? What do you mean by calling on her three times running? You are not to go to lunch there; of course you understand that?

D
UMBY
. My dear Laura, I wouldn’t dream of going!

L
ADY
P
LYMDALE
. You haven’t told me her name yet! Who is she?

D
UMBY
.
(Coughs slightly and smooths his hair.)
She’s a Mrs. Erlynne.

L
ADY
P
LYMDALE
.
That
woman!

D
UMBY
. Yes; that is what every one calls her.

L
ADY
P
LYMDALE
. How very interesting! How intensely interesting! I really must have a good stare at her.
(Goes to door of ball-room and looks in.)
I have heard the most shocking things about her. They say she is ruining poor Windermere. And Lady Windermere, who goes in for being so proper, invites her! How extremely amusing! It takes a thoroughly good woman to do a thoroughly stupid thing. You are to lunch there on Friday!

D
UMBY
. Why?

L
ADY
P
LYMDALE
. Because I want you to take my husband with you. He has been so attentive lately, that he has become a perfect nuisance. Now, this woman is just the thing for him. He’ll dance attendance upon her as long as she lets him, and won’t bother me. I assure you, women of that kind are most useful. They form the basis of other people’s marriages.

D
UMBY
. What a mystery you are!

L
ADY
P
LYMDALE
.
(Looking at him.)
I wish
you
were!

D
UMBY
. I am—to myself. I am the only person in the world I should
like to know thoroughly; but I don’t see any chance of it just at present.

(They pass into the ball-room, and Lady Windermere and Lord Darlington enter from the terrace.)

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
. Yes. Her coming here is monstrous, unbearable. I know now what you meant to-day at tea time. Why didn’t you tell me right out? You should have!

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. I couldn’t! A man can’t tell these things about another man! But if I had known he was going to make you ask her here to-night, I think I would have told you. That insult, at any rate, you would have been spared.

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
. I did not ask her. He insisted on her coming—against my entreaties—against my commands. Oh! the house is tainted for me! I feel that every woman here sneers at me as she dances by with my husband! What have I done to deserve this? I gave him all my life. He took it—used it—spoiled it! I am degraded in my own eyes; and I lack courage—I am a coward!
(Sits down on sofa.)

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. If I know you at all, I know that you can’t live with a man who treats you like this! What sort of life would you have with him? You would feel that he was lying to you every moment of the day. You would feel that the look in his eyes was false, his voice false, his touch false, his passion false. He would come to you when he was weary of others; you would have to comfort him. He would come to you when he was devoted to others; you would have to charm him. You would have to be to him the mask of his real life, the cloak to hide his secret.

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
. You are right—you are terribly right. But where am I to turn? You said you would be my friend, Lord Darlington.—Tell me, what am I to do? Be my friend now.

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. Between men and women there is no friend- ship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship. I love you——

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
. No, no!
(Rises.)

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. Yes, I love you! You are more to me than anything in the whole world. What does your husband give you?
Nothing. Whatever is in him he gives to this wretched woman, whom he has thrust into your society, into your home, to shame you before every one. I offer you my life——

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
. Lord Darlington!

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. My life—my whole life. Take it, and do with it what you will I love you—love you as I have never loved any living thing. From the moment I met you I loved you, loved you blindly, adoringly, madly! You did not know it then—you know it now! Leave this house to-night. I won’t tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world’s voice, or the voice of society. They matter a great deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose! Oh, my love, choose!

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
.
(Moving slowly away from him, and looking at him with startled eyes.)
I have not the courage.

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
.
(Following her.)
Yes; you have the courage. There may be six months of pain, of disgrace even, but when you no longer bear his name, when you bear mine, all will be well. Margaret, my love, my wife that shall be some day—yes, my wife! You know it! What are you now? This woman has the place that belongs by right to you. oh! go—go out of this house, with head erect, with a smile upon your lips, with courage in your eyes. All London will know why you did it; and who will blame you? No one. If they do, what matter? Wrong? What is wrong? It’s wrong for a man to abandon his wife for a shameless woman. It is wrong for a wife to remain with a man who so dishonours her. You said once you would make no compromise with things. Make none now. Be brave! Be yourself!

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
. I am afraid of being myself. Let me think! Let me wait! My husband may return to me.
(Sits down on sofa.)

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. And you would take him back! You are not what I thought you were. You are just the same as every other woman. You would stand anything rather than face the censure of a world, whose praise you would despise. In a week you will
be driving with this woman in the Park. She will be your constant guest—your dearest friend. You would endure anything rather than break with one blow this monstrous tie. You are right. You have no courage; none!

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
. Ah, give me time to think. I cannot answer you now.
(Passes her hand nervously over her brow.)

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. It must be now or not at all.

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
.
(Rising from the sofa.)
Then, not at all!
(A pause.)

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. You break my heart!

L
ADY
W
INDERMERE
. Mine is already broken.
(A pause.)

L
ORD
D
ARLINGTON
. To-morrow I leave England. This is the last time I shall ever look on you. You will never see me again. For one moment our lives met—our souls touched. They must never meet or touch again. Good-bye, Margaret.

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