The Plays of Oscar Wilde. Оскар Уайльд
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but you don’t imagine I would ever – oh, the suggestion is monstrous!
LADY WINDERMERE: Why should you be different from other men? I am told that there is hardly a husband in London who does not waste his life over some shameful passion.
LORD WINDERMERE: I am not one of them.
LADY WINDERMERE: I am not sure of that!
LORD WINDERMERE: You are sure in your heart. But don’t make chasm after chasm between us. God knows the last few minutes have thrust us wide enough apart. Sit down and write the card.
LADY WINDERMERE: Nothing in the whole world would induce me.
LORD WINDERMERE (crossing to bureau): Then I will! (Rings electric bell, sits and writes card.)
LADY WINDERMERE: You are going to invite this woman? (Crossing to him.)
LORD WINDERMERE: Yes.
Pause. Enter PARKER.
Parker!
PARKER: Yes, my lord. (Comes down L.C.)
LORD WINDERMERE: Have this note sent to Mrs. Erlynne at No. 84A Curzon Street. (Crossing to L.C. and giving note to PARKER.) There is no answer!
Exit PARKER C.
LADY WINDERMERE: Arthur, if that woman comes here, I shall insult her.
LORD WINDERMERE: Margaret, don’t say that.
LADY WINDERMERE: I mean it.
LORD WINDERMERE: Child, if you did such a thing, there’s not a woman in London who wouldn’t pity you.
LADY WINDERMERE: There is not a good woman in London who would not applaud me. We have been too lax. We must make an example. I propose to begin to-night. (Picking up fan.) Yes, you gave me this fan to-day; it was your birthday present. If that woman crosses my threshold, I shall strike her across the face with it.
LORD WINDERMERE: Margaret, you couldn’t do such a thing.
LADY WINDERMERE: You don’t know me! (Moves R.)
Enter PARKER.
Parker!
PARKER: Yes, my lady.
LADY WINDERMERE: I shall dine in my own room. I don’t want dinner, in fact. See that everything is ready by half-past ten. And, Parker, be sure you pronounce the names of the guests very distinctly to-night. Sometimes you speak so fast that I miss them. I am particularly anxious to hear the names quite clearly, so as to make no mistake. You understand, Parker?
PARKER: Yes, my lady.
LADY WINDERMERE: That will do!
Exit PARKER C.
(Speaking to LORD WINDERMERE): Arthur, if that woman comes here – I warn you –
LORD WINDERMERE: Margaret, you’ll ruin us!
LADY WINDERMERE: Us! From this moment my life is separate from yours. But if you wish to avoid a public scandal, write at once to this woman, and tell her that I forbid her to come here!
LORD WINDERMERE: I will not – I cannot – she must come!
LADY WINDERMERE: Then I shall do exactly as I have said. (Goes R.) You leave me no choice. (Exit R.)
LORD WINDERMERE (calling after her): Margaret! Margaret! (A pause.) My God! What shall I do? I dare not tell her who this woman really is. The shame would kill her. (Sinks down into a chair and buries his face in his hands.)
ACT DROP
ACT TWO
SCENE: Drawing-room in Lord Windermere’s house. Door R.U. opening into ball-room, where band is playing. Door L. through which guests are entering. Door L.U. opens on to illuminated terrace. Palms, flowers, and brilliant lights. Room crowded with guests. Lady Windermere is receiving them.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK (up C.): So strange Lord Windermere isn’t here. Mr. Hopper is very late, too. You have kept those five dances for him, Agatha? (Comes down.)
LADY AGATHA: Yes, mamma.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK (sitting on sofa): Just let me see your card. I’m so glad Lady Windermere has revived cards. They’re a mother’s only safeguard. You dear simple little thing! (Scratches out two names.) No nice girl should ever waltz with such particularly younger sons! It looks so fast! The last two dances you might pass on the terrace with Mr. Hopper.
Enter MR. DUMBY and LADY PLYMDALE from the ballroom.
LADY AGATHA: Yes, mamma.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK (fanning herself): The air is so pleasant there.
PARKER: Mrs. Cowper-Cowper. Lady Stutfield. Sir James Royston. Mr. Guy Berkeley.
These people enter as announced.
DUMBY: Good evening, Lady Stutfield. I suppose this will be the last ball of the season?
LADY STUTFIELD: I suppose so, Mr. Dumby. It’s been a delightful season, hasn’t it?
DUMBY: Quite delightful! Good evening, Duchess. I suppose this will be the last ball of the season?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK: I suppose so, Mr. Dumby. It has been a very dull season, hasn’t it?
DUMBY: Dreadfully dull! Dreadfully dull!
MRS. COWPER-COWPER: Good evening, Mr. Dumby. I suppose this will be the last ball of the season?
DUMBY: Oh, I think not. There’ll probably be two more. (Wanders back to LADY PLYMDALE.)
PARKER: Mr. Rufford. Lady Jedburgh and Miss Graham. Mr. Hopper.
These people enter as announced.
HOPPER: How do you do, Lady Windermere? How do you do, Duchess? (Bows to LADY AGATHA.)
DUCHESS OF BERWICK: Dear Mr. Hopper, how nice of you to come so early. We all know how you are run after in London.
HOPPER: Capital place, London! They are not nearly so exclusive in London as they are in Sydney.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK: Ah! We know your value, Mr. Hopper. We wish there were more like you. It would make life so much easier. Do you know, Mr. Hopper, dear Agatha and I are so much interested in Australia. It must be so pretty with all the dear little kangaroos flying about. Agatha has found it on the map. What a curious shape it is! Just like a large packing case. However, it is a very young country, isn’t it?
HOPPER: Wasn’t it made at the same time as the others, Duchess?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK: How clever you are, Mr. Hopper. You have a cleverness quite of your own. Now I mustn’t keep you.
HOPPER: But I should like to dance with Lady Agatha, Duchess.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK: Well, I hope she has a dance left. Have you a dance left, Agatha?
LADY AGATHA: Yes, mamma.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK: The next one?
LADY AGATHA: Yes, mamma.
HOPPER: May I have the pleasure? (LADY AGATHA bows.)
DUCHESS OF BERWICK: Mind you take great care of my little chatter-box, Mr. Hopper.
LADY AGATHA and MR. HOPPER pass into the ballroom.
Enter LORD WINDERMERE L.
LORD WINDERMERE: Margaret, I want to speak to you.
LADY WINDERMERE: In a moment. (The music stops.)
PARKER: Lord Augustus Lorton.