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Title: Lady Windermere's Fan
Author: Oscar Wilde
Release date: January 1, 1997 [eBook #790]
Most recently updated: June 7, 2021
Language: English
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WINDERMERE'S FAN ***
LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN
A PLAY
ABOUT A GOOD WOMAN
BY
OSCAR WILDE
METHUEN & CO. LTD.

36 ESSEX STREET W.C.
LONDON
Sixteenth Edition
First Published 1893

First Issued by Methuen & Co. Ltd. (Limited Editions on Hand-made 1908
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The literary and dramatic rights of “Lady Windermere’s Fan” belong to Sir
George Alexander, by arrangement with whom this play is included in this
edition. The acting version (Samuel French) does not contain the complete
text.
TO
THE DEAR MEMORY
OF
ROBERT EARL OF LYTTON
IN AFFECTION
AND
ADMIRATION
THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY
Lord Windermere
Lord Darlington
Lord Augustus Lorton
Mr. Dumby
Mr. Cecil Graham
Mr. Hopper
Parker, Butler
Lady Windermere
The Duchess of Berwick
Lady Agatha Carlisle
Lady Plymdale
Lady Stutfield
Lady Jedburgh
Mrs. Cowper-Cowper
Mrs. Erlynne
Rosalie, Maid
THE SCENES OF THE PLAY
ACT I. Morning-room in Lord Windermere’s house.

ACT II. Drawing-room in Lord Windermere’s house.
ACT III. Lord Darlington’s rooms.
ACT IV. Same as Act I.
TIME: The Present.
PLACE: London.
The action of the play takes place within twenty-four hours, beginning on a
Tuesday afternoon at five o’clock, and ending the next day at 1.30 p.m.
LONDON: ST. JAMES’S THEATRE
Lessee and Manager: Mr. George Alexander

February 22nd, 1892.
LORD WINDERMERE Mr. George Alexander.

LORD DARLINGTON Mr. Nutcombe Gould.
LORD AUGUSTUS LORTON Mr. H. H. Vincent.
MR. CECIL GRAHAM Mr. Ben Webster.
MR. DUMBY Mr. Vane-Tempest.
MR. HOPPER Mr. Alfred Holles.
PARKER (Butler) Mr. V. Sansbury.
LADY WINDERMERE Miss Lily Hanbury.
THE DUCHESS OF BERWICK Miss Fanny Coleman.
LADY AGATHA CARLISLE Miss Laura Graves.
LADY PLYMDALE Miss Granville.
LADY JEDBURGH Miss B. Page.
LADY STUTFIELD Miss Madge Girdlestone.
MRS. COWPER-COWPER Miss A. de Winton.
MRS. ERLYNNE Miss Marion Terry.
ROSALIE (Maid) Miss Winifred Dolan.
FIRST ACT
SCENE
Morning-room of Lord Windermere’s house in Carlton House Terrace.
Doors C. and R. Bureau with books and papers R. Sofa with small tea-
table L. Window opening on to terrace L. Table R.
[LADY WINDERMERE is at table R., arranging roses in a blue bowl.]
[Enter PARKER.]
PARKER. Is your ladyship at home this afternoon?
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes—who has called?
PARKER. Lord Darlington, my lady.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Hesitates for a moment.] Show him up—and I’m at
home to any one who calls.
PARKER. Yes, my lady.
[Exit C.]
LADY WINDERMERE. It’s best for me to see him before to-night. I’m glad
he’s come.
[Enter PARKER C.]
PARKER. Lord Darlington,
[Enter LORD DARLINGTON C.]
[Exit PARKER.]
LORD DARLINGTON. How do you do, Lady Windermere?
LADY WINDERMERE. How do you do, Lord Darlington? No, I can’t shake
hands with you. My hands are all wet with these roses. Aren’t they
lovely? They came up from Selby this morning.
LORD DARLINGTON. They are quite perfect. [Sees a fan lying on the table.]
And what a wonderful fan! May I look at it?
LADY WINDERMERE. Do. Pretty, isn’t it! It’s got my name on it, and
everything. I have only just seen it myself. It’s my husband’s birthday
present to me. You know to-day is my birthday?
LORD DARLINGTON. No? Is it really?
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, I’m of age to-day. Quite an important day in my
life, isn’t it? That is why I am giving this party to-night. Do sit down.
[Still arranging flowers.]
LORD DARLINGTON. [Sitting down.] I wish I had known it was your birthday,
Lady Windermere. I would have covered the whole street in front of your
house with flowers for you to walk on. They are made for you.
[A short pause.]
LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington, you annoyed me last night at the
Foreign Office. I am afraid you are going to annoy me again.
LORD DARLINGTON. I, Lady Windermere?
[Enter PARKER and FOOTMAN C., with tray and tea things.]
LADY WINDERMERE. Put it there, Parker. That will do. [Wipes her hands
with her pocket-handkerchief, goes to tea-table, and sits down.] Won’t you
come over, Lord Darlington?
[Exit PARKER C.]
LORD DARLINGTON. [Takes chair and goes across L.C.] I am quite
miserable, Lady Windermere. You must tell me what I did. [Sits down at
table L.]
LADY WINDERMERE. Well, you kept paying me elaborate compliments the
whole evening.
LORD DARLINGTON. [Smiling.] Ah, nowadays we are all of us so hard up,
that the only pleasant things to pay are compliments. They’re the only
things we can pay.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Shaking her head.] No, I am talking very seriously.
You mustn’t laugh, I am quite serious. I don’t like compliments, and I don’t
see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he
says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn’t mean.
LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, but I did mean them. [Takes tea which she offers
him.]
LADY WINDERMERE. [Gravely.] I hope not. I should be sorry to have to
quarrel with you, Lord Darlington. I like you very much, you know that.
But I shouldn’t like you at all if I thought you were what most other men
are. Believe me, you are better than most other men, and I sometimes think
you pretend to be worse.
LORD DARLINGTON. We all have our little vanities, Lady Windermere.
LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you make that your special one? [Still seated
at table L.]
LORD DARLINGTON. [Still seated L.C.] Oh, nowadays so many conceited
people go about Society pretending to be good, that I think it shows rather a
sweet and modest disposition to pretend to be bad. Besides, there is this to
be said. If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If
you pretend to be bad, it doesn’t. Such is the astounding stupidity of
optimism.
LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t you want the world to take you seriously then,
Lord Darlington?
LORD DARLINGTON. No, not the world. Who are the people the world takes
seriously? All the dull people one can think of, from the Bishops down to
the bores. I should like you to take me very seriously, Lady Windermere,
you more than any one else in life.
LADY WINDERMERE. Why—why me?
LORD DARLINGTON. [After a slight hesitation.] Because I think we might be
great friends. Let us be great friends. You may want a friend some day.
LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you say that?
LORD DARLINGTON. Oh!—we all want friends at times.
LADY WINDERMERE. I think we’re very good friends already, Lord
Darlington. We can always remain so as long as you don’t—
LORD DARLINGTON. Don’t what?
LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t spoil it by saying extravagant silly things to me.
You think I am a Puritan, I suppose? Well, I have something of the Puritan
in me. I was brought up like that. I am glad of it. My mother died when I
was a mere child. I lived always with Lady Julia, my father’s elder sister,
you know. She was stern to me, but she taught me what the world is
forgetting, the difference that there is between what is right and what is
wrong. She allowed of no compromise. I allow of none.
LORD DARLINGTON. My dear Lady Windermere!
LADY WINDERMERE. [Leaning back on the sofa.] You look on me as being
behind the age.—Well, I am! I should be sorry to be on the same level as
an age like this.
LORD DARLINGTON. You think the age very bad?
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Nowadays people seem to look on life as a
speculation. It is not a speculation. It is a sacrament. Its ideal is Love. Its
purification is sacrifice.
LORD DARLINGTON. [Smiling.] Oh, anything is better than being sacrificed!
LADY WINDERMERE. [Leaning forward.] Don’t say that.
LORD DARLINGTON. I do say it. I feel it—I know it.
[Enter PARKER C.]
PARKER. The men want to know if they are to put the carpets on the terrace
for to-night, my lady?
LADY WINDERMERE. You don’t think it will rain, Lord Darlington, do you?
LORD DARLINGTON. I won’t hear of its raining on your birthday!
LADY WINDERMERE. Tell them to do it at once, Parker.
[Exit PARKER C.]
LORD DARLINGTON. [Still seated.] Do you think then—of course I am only
putting an imaginary instance—do you think that in the case of a young
married couple, say about two years married, if the husband suddenly
becomes the intimate friend of a woman of—well, more than doubtful
character—is always calling upon her, lunching with her, and probably
paying her bills—do you think that the wife should not console herself?
LADY WINDERMERE. [Frowning.] Console herself?
LORD DARLINGTON. Yes, I think she should—I think she has the right.
LADY WINDERMERE. Because the husband is vile—should the wife be vile
also?
LORD DARLINGTON. Vileness is a terrible word, Lady Windermere.
LADY WINDERMERE. It is a terrible thing, Lord Darlington.
LORD DARLINGTON. Do you know I am afraid that good people do a great
deal of harm in this world. Certainly the greatest harm they do is that they
make badness of such extraordinary importance. It is absurd to divide
people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious. I take the
side of the charming, and you, Lady Windermere, can’t help belonging to
them.
LADY WINDERMERE. Now, Lord Darlington. [Rising and crossing R., front
of him.] Don’t stir, I am merely going to finish my flowers. [Goes to table
R.C.]
LORD DARLINGTON. [Rising and moving chair.] And I must say I think you
are very hard on modern life, Lady Windermere. Of course there is much
against it, I admit. Most women, for instance, nowadays, are rather
mercenary.
LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t talk about such people.
LORD DARLINGTON. Well then, setting aside mercenary people, who, of
course, are dreadful, do you think seriously that women who have
committed what the world calls a fault should never be forgiven?
LADY WINDERMERE. [Standing at table.] I think they should never be
forgiven.
LORD DARLINGTON. And men? Do you think that there should be the same
laws for men as there are for women?
LADY WINDERMERE. Certainly!
LORD DARLINGTON. I think life too complex a thing to be settled by these
hard and fast rules.
LADY WINDERMERE. If we had ‘these hard and fast rules,’ we should find
life much more simple.
LORD DARLINGTON. You allow of no exceptions?
LADY WINDERMERE. None!
LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, what a fascinating Puritan you are, Lady
Windermere!
LADY WINDERMERE. The adjective was unnecessary, Lord Darlington.
LORD DARLINGTON. I couldn’t help it. I can resist everything except
temptation.
LADY WINDERMERE. You have the modern affectation of weakness.
LORD DARLINGTON. [Looking at her.] It’s only an affectation, Lady
Windermere.
[Enter PARKER C.]
PARKER. The Duchess of Berwick and Lady Agatha Carlisle.
[Enter the DUCHESS OF BERWICK and LADY AGATHA CARLISLE C.]
[Exit PARKER C.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Coming down C., and shaking hands.] Dear
Margaret, I am so pleased to see you. You remember Agatha, don’t you?
[Crossing L.C.] How do you do, Lord Darlington? I won’t let you know
my daughter, you are far too wicked.
LORD DARLINGTON. Don’t say that, Duchess. As a wicked man I am a
complete failure. Why, there are lots of people who say I have never really
done anything wrong in the whole course of my life. Of course they only
say it behind my back.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Isn’t he dreadful? Agatha, this is Lord Darlington.
Mind you don’t believe a word he says. [LORD DARLINGTON crosses R.C.]
No, no tea, thank you, dear. [Crosses and sits on sofa.] We have just had
tea at Lady Markby’s. Such bad tea, too. It was quite undrinkable. I
wasn’t at all surprised. Her own son-in-law supplies it. Agatha is looking
forward so much to your ball to-night, dear Margaret.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Seated L.C.] Oh, you mustn’t think it is going to be a
ball, Duchess. It is only a dance in honour of my birthday. A small and
early.
LORD DARLINGTON. [Standing L.C.] Very small, very early, and very select,
Duchess.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [On sofa L.] Of course it’s going to be select. But
we know that, dear Margaret, about your house. It is really one of the few
houses in London where I can take Agatha, and where I feel perfectly
secure about dear Berwick. I don’t know what society is coming to. The
most dreadful people seem to go everywhere. They certainly come to my
parties—the men get quite furious if one doesn’t ask them. Really, some
one should make a stand against it.
LADY WINDERMERE. I will, Duchess. I will have no one in my house about
whom there is any scandal.
LORD DARLINGTON. [R.C.] Oh, don’t say that, Lady Windermere. I should
never be admitted! [Sitting.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, men don’t matter. With women it is different.
We’re good. Some of us are, at least. But we are positively getting
elbowed into the corner. Our husbands would really forget our existence if
we didn’t nag at them from time to time, just to remind them that we have a
perfect legal right to do so.
LORD DARLINGTON. It’s a curious thing, Duchess, about the game of
marriage—a game, by the way, that is going out of fashion—the wives hold
all the honours, and invariably lose the odd trick.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. The odd trick? Is that the husband, Lord Darlington?
LORD DARLINGTON. It would be rather a good name for the modern husband.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Lord Darlington, how thoroughly depraved you
are!
LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington is trivial.
LORD DARLINGTON. Ah, don’t say that, Lady Windermere.
LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you talk so trivially about life, then?
LORD DARLINGTON. Because I think that life is far too important a thing ever
to talk seriously about it. [Moves up C.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. What does he mean? Do, as a concession to my poor
wits, Lord Darlington, just explain to me what you really mean.
LORD DARLINGTON. [Coming down back of table.] I think I had better not,
Duchess. Nowadays to be intelligible is to be found out. Good-bye!
[Shakes hands with DUCHESS.] And now—[goes up stage] Lady
Windermere, good-bye. I may come to-night, mayn’t I? Do let me come.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Standing up stage with LORD DARLINGTON.] Yes,
certainly. But you are not to say foolish, insincere things to people.
LORD DARLINGTON. [Smiling.] Ah! you are beginning to reform me. It is a
dangerous thing to reform any one, Lady Windermere. [Bows, and exit C.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Who has risen, goes C.] What a charming, wicked
creature! I like him so much. I’m quite delighted he’s gone! How sweet
you’re looking! Where do you get your gowns? And now I must tell you
how sorry I am for you, dear Margaret. [Crosses to sofa and sits with LADY
WINDERMERE.] Agatha, darling!
LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. [Rises.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Will you go and look over the photograph album that
I see there?
LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma. [Goes to table up L.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear girl! She is so fond of photographs of
Switzerland. Such a pure taste, I think. But I really am so sorry for you,
Margaret.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Smiling.] Why, Duchess?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, on account of that horrid woman. She dresses so
well, too, which makes it much worse, sets such a dreadful example.
Augustus—you know my disreputable brother—such a trial to us all—well,
Augustus is completely infatuated about her. It is quite scandalous, for she
is absolutely inadmissible into society. Many a woman has a past, but I am
told that she has at least a dozen, and that they all fit.
LADY WINDERMERE. Whom are you talking about, Duchess?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. About Mrs. Erlynne.
LADY WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne? I never heard of her, Duchess. And
what has she to do with me?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. My poor child! Agatha, darling!
LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Will you go out on the terrace and look at the sunset?
[Exit through window, L.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Sweet girl! So devoted to sunsets! Shows such
refinement of feeling, does it not? After all, there is nothing like Nature, is
there?
LADY WINDERMERE. But what is it, Duchess? Why do you talk to me about
this person?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Don’t you really know? I assure you we’re all so
distressed about it. Only last night at dear Lady Jansen’s every one was
saying how extraordinary it was that, of all men in London, Windermere
should behave in such a way.
LADY WINDERMERE. My husband—what has he got to do with any woman
of that kind?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Ah, what indeed, dear? That is the point. He goes to
see her continually, and stops for hours at a time, and while he is there she
is not at home to any one. Not that many ladies call on her, dear, but she
has a great many disreputable men friends—my own brother particularly, as
I told you—and that is what makes it so dreadful about Windermere. We
looked upon him as being such a model husband, but I am afraid there is no
doubt about it. My dear nieces—you know the Saville girls, don’t you?—
such nice domestic creatures—plain, dreadfully plain, but so good—well,
they’re always at the window doing fancy work, and making ugly things for
the poor, which I think so useful of them in these dreadful socialistic days,
and this terrible woman has taken a house in Curzon Street, right opposite
them—such a respectable street, too! I don’t know what we’re coming to!
And they tell me that Windermere goes there four and five times a week—
they see him. They can’t help it—and although they never talk scandal,
they—well, of course—they remark on it to every one. And the worst of it
all is that I have been told that this woman has got a great deal of money out
of somebody, for it seems that she came to London six months ago without
anything at all to speak of, and now she has this charming house in Mayfair,
drives her ponies in the Park every afternoon and all—well, all—since she
has known poor dear Windermere.
LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, I can’t believe it!
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. But it’s quite true, my dear. The whole of London
knows it. That is why I felt it was better to come and talk to you, and
advise you to take Windermere away at once to Homburg or to Aix, where
he’ll have something to amuse him, and where you can watch him all day
long. I assure you, my dear, that on several occasions after I was first
married, I had to pretend to be very ill, and was obliged to drink the most
unpleasant mineral waters, merely to get Berwick out of town. He was so
extremely susceptible. Though I am bound to say he never gave away any
large sums of money to anybody. He is far too high-principled for that!
LADY WINDERMERE. [Interrupting.] Duchess, Duchess, it’s impossible!
[Rising and crossing stage to C.] We are only married two years. Our child
is but six months old. [Sits in chair R. of L. table.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Ah, the dear pretty baby! How is the little darling?
Is it a boy or a girl? I hope a girl—Ah, no, I remember it’s a boy! I’m so
sorry. Boys are so wicked. My boy is excessively immoral. You wouldn’t
believe at what hours he comes home. And he’s only left Oxford a few
months—I really don’t know what they teach them there.
LADY WINDERMERE. Are all men bad?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Oh, all of them, my dear, all of them, without any
exception. And they never grow any better. Men become old, but they
never become good.
LADY WINDERMERE. Windermere and I married for love.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Yes, we begin like that. It was only Berwick’s brutal
and incessant threats of suicide that made me accept him at all, and before
the year was out, he was running after all kinds of petticoats, every colour,
every shape, every material. In fact, before the honeymoon was over, I
caught him winking at my maid, a most pretty, respectable girl. I dismissed
her at once without a character.—No, I remember I passed her on to my
sister; poor dear Sir George is so short-sighted, I thought it wouldn’t
matter. But it did, though—it was most unfortunate. [Rises.] And now, my
dear child, I must go, as we are dining out. And mind you don’t take this
little aberration of Windermere’s too much to heart. Just take him abroad,
and he’ll come back to you all right.
LADY WINDERMERE. Come back to me? [C.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [L.C.] Yes, dear, these wicked women get our
husbands away from us, but they always come back, slightly damaged, of
course. And don’t make scenes, men hate them!
LADY WINDERMERE. It is very kind of you, Duchess, to come and tell me all
this. But I can’t believe that my husband is untrue to me.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Pretty child! I was like that once. Now I know that
all men are monsters. [LADY WINDERMERE rings bell.] The only thing to do
is to feed the wretches well. A good cook does wonders, and that I know
you have. My dear Margaret, you are not going to cry?
LADY WINDERMERE. You needn’t be afraid, Duchess, I never cry.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. That’s quite right, dear. Crying is the refuge of plain
women but the ruin of pretty ones. Agatha, darling!
LADY AGATHA. [Entering L.] Yes, mamma. [Stands back of table L.C.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Come and bid good-bye to Lady Windermere, and
thank her for your charming visit. [Coming down again.] And by the way,
I must thank you for sending a card to Mr. Hopper—he’s that rich young
Australian people are taking such notice of just at present. His father made
a great fortune by selling some kind of food in circular tins—most
palatable, I believe—I fancy it is the thing the servants always refuse to
eat. But the son is quite interesting. I think he’s attracted by dear Agatha’s
clever talk. Of course, we should be very sorry to lose her, but I think that a
mother who doesn’t part with a daughter every season has no real affection.
We’re coming to-night, dear. [PARKER opens C. doors.] And remember my
advice, take the poor fellow out of town at once, it is the only thing to do.
Good-bye, once more; come, Agatha.
[Exeunt DUCHESS and LADY AGATHA C.]
LADY WINDERMERE. How horrible! I understand now what Lord Darlington
meant by the imaginary instance of the couple not two years married. Oh!
it can’t be true—she spoke of enormous sums of money paid to this
woman. I know where Arthur keeps his bank book—in one of the drawers
of that desk. I might find out by that. I will find out. [Opens drawer.] No,
it is some hideous mistake. [Rises and goes C.] Some silly scandal! He
loves me! He loves me! But why should I not look? I am his wife, I have a
right to look! [Returns to bureau, takes out book and examines it page by
page, smiles and gives a sigh of relief.] I knew it! there is not a word of
truth in this stupid story. [Puts book back in drawer. As he does so, starts
and takes out another book.] A second book—private—locked! [Tries to
open it, but fails. Sees paper knife on bureau, and with it cuts cover from
book. Begins to start at the first page.] ‘Mrs. Erlynne—£600—Mrs.
Erlynne—£700—Mrs. Erlynne—£400.’ Oh! it is true! It is true! How
horrible! [Throws book on floor.]
[Enter LORD WINDERMERE C.]
LORD WINDERMERE. Well, dear, has the fan been sent home yet? [Going
R.C. Sees book.] Margaret, you have cut open my bank book. You have no
right to do such a thing!
LADY WINDERMERE. You think it wrong that you are found out, don’t you?
LORD WINDERMERE. I think it wrong that a wife should spy on her husband.
LADY WINDERMERE. I did not spy on you. I never knew of this woman’s
existence till half an hour ago. Some one who pitied me was kind enough
to tell me what every one in London knows already—your daily visits to
Curzon Street, your mad infatuation, the monstrous sums of money you
squander on this infamous woman! [Crossing L.]
LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret! don’t talk like that of Mrs. Erlynne, you
don’t know how unjust it is!
LADY WINDERMERE. [Turning to him.] You are very jealous of Mrs.
Erlynne’s honour. I wish you had been as jealous of mine.
LORD WINDERMERE. Your honour is untouched, Margaret. You don’t think
for a moment that—[Puts book back into desk.]
LADY WINDERMERE. I think that you spend your money strangely. That is
all. Oh, don’t imagine I mind about the money. As far as I am concerned,
you may squander everything we have. But what I do mind is that you who
have loved me, you who have taught me to love you, should pass from the
love that is given to the love that is bought. Oh, it’s horrible! [Sits on
sofa.] And it is I who feel degraded! you don’t feel anything. I feel stained,
utterly stained. You can’t realise how hideous the last six months seems to
me now—every kiss you have given me is tainted in my memory.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Crossing to her.] Don’t say that, Margaret. I never
loved any one in the whole world but you.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Rises.] Who is this woman, then? Why do you take a
house for her?
LORD WINDERMERE. I did not take a house for her.
LADY WINDERMERE. You gave her the money to do it, which is the same
thing.
LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, as far as I have known Mrs. Erlynne—
LADY WINDERMERE. Is there a Mr. Erlynne—or is he a myth?
LORD WINDERMERE. Her husband died many years ago. She is alone in the
world.
LADY WINDERMERE. No relations? [A pause.]
LORD WINDERMERE. None.
LADY WINDERMERE. Rather curious, isn’t it? [L.]
LORD WINDERMERE. [L.C.] Margaret, I was saying to you—and I beg you to
listen to me—that as far as I have known Mrs. Erlynne, she has conducted
herself well. If years ago—
LADY WINDERMERE. Oh! [Crossing R.C.] I don’t want details about her
life!
LORD WINDERMERE. [C.] I am not going to give you any details about her
life. I tell you simply this—Mrs. Erlynne was once honoured, loved,
respected. She was well born, she had position—she lost everything—
threw it away, if you like. That makes it all the more bitter. Misfortunes
one can endure—they come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer
for one’s own faults—ah!—there is the sting of life. It was twenty years
ago, too. She was little more than a girl then. She had been a wife for even
less time than you have.
LADY WINDERMERE. I am not interested in her—and—you should not
mention this woman and me in the same breath. It is an error of taste.
[Sitting R. at desk.]
LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, you could save this woman. She wants to get
back into society, and she wants you to help her. [Crossing to her.]
LADY WINDERMERE. Me!
LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, you.
LADY WINDERMERE. How impertinent of her! [A pause.]
LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, I came to ask you a great favour, and I still
ask it of you, though you have discovered what I had intended you should
never have known that I have given Mrs. Erlynne a large sum of money. I
want you to send her an invitation for our party to-night. [Standing L. of
her.]
LADY WINDERMERE. You are mad! [Rises.]
LORD WINDERMERE. I entreat you. People may chatter about her, do chatter
about her, of course, but they don’t know anything definite against her. She
has been to several houses—not to houses where you would go, I admit, but
still to houses where women who are in what is called Society nowadays do
go. That does not content her. She wants you to receive her once.
LADY WINDERMERE. As a triumph for her, I suppose?
LORD WINDERMERE. No; but because she knows that you are a good woman
—and that if she comes here once she will have a chance of a happier, a
surer life than she has had. She will make no further effort to know you.
Won’t you help a woman who is trying to get back?
LADY WINDERMERE. No! If a woman really repents, she never wishes to
return to the society that has made or seen her ruin.
LORD WINDERMERE. I beg of you.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Crossing to door R.] I am going to dress for dinner,
and don’t mention the subject again this evening. Arthur [going to him C.],
you fancy because I have no father or mother that I am alone in the world,
and that you can treat me as you choose. You are wrong, I have friends,
many friends.
LORD WINDERMERE. [L.C.] Margaret, you are talking foolishly, recklessly. I
won’t argue with you, but I insist upon your asking Mrs. Erlynne to-night.
LADY WINDERMERE. [R.C.] I shall do nothing of the kind. [Crossing L.C.]
LORD WINDERMERE. You refuse? [C.]
LADY WINDERMERE. Absolutely!
LORD WINDERMERE. Ah, Margaret, do this for my sake; it is her last chance.
LADY WINDERMERE. What has that to do with me?
LORD WINDERMERE. How hard good women are!
LADY WINDERMERE. How weak bad men are!
LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, none of us men may be good enough for the
women we marry—that is quite true—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!
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?
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
SECOND ACT
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.]
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 ball-room.]
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!
MR. 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.
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?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. The next one?
HOPPER. May I have the pleasure? [LADY AGATHA bows.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Mind you take great care of my little chatterbox, Mr.
Hopper.
[LADY AGATHA and MR. HOPPER pass into ball-room.]
[Enter LORD WINDERMERE.]
LORD WINDERMERE. Margaret, I want to speak to you.
LADY WINDERMERE. In a moment. [The music drops.]
PARKER. Lord Augustus Lorton.
[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS.]
LORD AUGUSTUS. Good evening, Lady Windermere.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Sir James, will you take me into the ball-room?
Augustus has been dining with us to-night. I really have had quite enough
of dear Augustus for the moment.
[SIR JAMES ROYSTON gives the DUCHESS his arm and escorts her into the ball-
room.]
PARKER. Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Bowden. Lord and Lady Paisley. Lord
Darlington.
LORD AUGUSTUS. [Coming up to LORD WINDERMERE.] Want to speak to you
particularly, dear boy. I’m worn to a shadow. Know I don’t look it. None
of us men do look what we really are. Demmed good thing, too. What I
want to know is this. Who is she? Where does she come from? Why
hasn’t she got any demmed relations? Demmed nuisance, relations! But
they make one so demmed respectable.
LORD WINDERMERE. You are talking of Mrs. Erlynne, I suppose? I only met
her six months ago. Till then, I never knew of her existence.
LORD AUGUSTUS. You have seen a good deal of her since then.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Coldly.] Yes, I have seen a good deal of her since
then. I have just seen her.
LORD AUGUSTUS. Egad! the women are very down on her. I have been
dining with Arabella this evening! By Jove! you should have heard what
she said about Mrs. Erlynne. She didn’t leave a rag on her. . . . [Aside.]
Berwick and I told her that didn’t matter much, as the lady in question must
have an extremely fine figure. You should have seen Arabella’s expression!
. . . But, look here, dear boy. I don’t know what to do about Mrs. Erlynne.
Egad! I might be married to her; she treats me with such demmed
indifference. She’s deuced clever, too! She explains everything. Egad! she
explains you. She has got any amount of explanations for you—and all of
them different.
LORD WINDERMERE. No explanations are necessary about my friendship
with Mrs. Erlynne.
LORD AUGUSTUS. Hem! Well, look here, dear old fellow. Do you think she
will ever get into this demmed thing called Society? Would you introduce
her to your wife? No use beating about the confounded bush. Would you
do that?
LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne is coming here to-night.
LORD AUGUSTUS. Your wife has sent her a card?
LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne has received a card.
LORD AUGUSTUS. Then she’s all right, dear boy. But why didn’t you tell me
that before? It would have saved me a heap of worry and demmed
misunderstandings!
[LADY AGATHA and MR. HOPPER cross and exit on terrace L.U.E.]
PARKER. Mr. Cecil Graham!
[Enter MR. CECIL GRAHAM.]
CECIL GRAHAM. [Bows to LADY WINDERMERE, passes over and shakes hands
with LORD WINDERMERE.] Good evening, Arthur. Why don’t you ask me
how I am? I like people to ask me how I am. It shows a wide-spread
interest in my health. Now, to-night I am not at all well. Been dining with
my people. Wonder why it is one’s people are always so tedious? My
father would talk morality after dinner. I told him he was old enough to
know better. But my experience is that as soon as people are old enough to
know better, they don’t know anything at all. Hallo, Tuppy! Hear you’re
going to be married again; thought you were tired of that game.
LORD AUGUSTUS. You’re excessively trivial, my dear boy, excessively
trivial!
CECIL GRAHAM. By the way, Tuppy, which is it? Have you been twice
married and once divorced, or twice divorced and once married? I say
you’ve been twice divorced and once married. It seems so much more
probable.
LORD AUGUSTUS. I have a very bad memory. I really don’t remember
which. [Moves away R.]
LADY PLYMDALE. Lord Windermere, I’ve something most particular to ask
you.
LORD WINDERMERE. I am afraid—if you will excuse me—I must join my
wife.
LADY PLYMDALE. Oh, you mustn’t dream of such a thing. It’s most
dangerous nowadays for a husband to pay any attention to his wife in
public. It always makes people think that he beats her when they’re alone.
The world has grown so suspicious of anything that looks like a happy
married life. But I’ll tell you what it is at supper. [Moves towards door of
ball-room.]
LORD WINDERMERE. [C.] Margaret! I must speak to you.
LADY WINDERMERE. Will you hold my fan for me, Lord Darlington?
Thanks. [Comes down to him.]
LORD WINDERMERE. [Crossing to her.] Margaret, what you said before
dinner was, of course, impossible?
LADY WINDERMERE. That woman is not coming here to-night!
LORD WINDERMERE. [R.C.] Mrs. Erlynne is coming here, and if you in any
way annoy or wound her, you will bring shame and sorrow on us both.
Remember that! Ah, Margaret! only trust me! A wife should trust her
husband!
LADY WINDERMERE. [C.] London is full of women who trust their
husbands. One can always recognise them. They look so thoroughly
unhappy. I am not going to be one of them. [Moves up.] Lord Darlington,
will you give me back my fan, please? Thanks. . . . A useful thing a fan,
isn’t it? . . . I want a friend to-night, Lord Darlington: I didn’t know I would
want one so soon.
LORD DARLINGTON. Lady Windermere! I knew the time would come some
day; but why to-night?
LORD WINDERMERE. I will tell her. I must. It would be terrible if there were
any scene. Margaret . . .
PARKER. 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 door. She bows coldly to MRS. ERLYNNE, who bows to her sweetly in
turn, and sails into the room.]
LORD DARLINGTON. You have dropped your fan, Lady Windermere. [Picks
it up and hands it to her.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. [C.] How do you do, again, Lord Windermere? How
charming your sweet wife looks! Quite a picture!
LORD WINDERMERE. [In a low voice.] It was terribly rash of you to come!
MRS. ERLYNNE. [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.
LORD AUGUSTUS. [R.] Now really, Mrs. Erlynne, allow me to explain.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [R.C.] No, dear Lord Augustus, you can’t explain
anything. It is your chief charm.
LORD AUGUSTUS. Ah! if you find charms in me, Mrs. Erlynne—
[They converse together. LORD WINDERMERE moves uneasily about the room
watching MRS. ERLYNNE.]
LORD DARLINGTON. [To LADY WINDERMERE.] How pale you are!
LADY WINDERMERE. Cowards are always pale!
LORD DARLINGTON. You look faint. Come out on the terrace.
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. [To PARKER.] Parker, send my cloak out.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [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.
CECIL GRAHAM. [After a moment’s hesitation and embarrassment.] Oh,
certainly, if you wish it. Aunt Caroline, allow me to introduce Mrs.
Erlynne.
MRS. ERLYNNE. 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 nowadays. 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.
LADY JEDBURGH. [R.] Most kind of you to say these charming things to
me! [MRS. ERLYNNE smiles, and continues conversation.]
DUMBY. [To CECIL GRAHAM.] Did you introduce Mrs. Erlynne to Lady
Jedburgh?
CECIL GRAHAM. Had to, my dear fellow. Couldn’t help it! That woman can
make one do anything she wants. How, I don’t know.
DUMBY. Hope to goodness she won’t speak to me! [Saunters towards LADY
PLYMDALE.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. [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!
LADY PLYMDALE. [To MR. DUMBY.] Who is that well-dressed woman talking
to Windermere?
DUMBY. Haven’t got the slightest idea! Looks like an édition de luxe of a
wicked French novel, meant specially for the English market.
MRS. ERLYNNE. 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.
LORD AUGUSTUS. [With a low bow.] I wish I could think so, Mrs. Erlynne.
MRS. ERLYNNE. You know it far too well. I can fancy a person dancing
through life with you and finding it charming.
LORD AUGUSTUS. [Placing his hand on his white waistcoat.] Oh, thank you,
thank you. You are the most adorable of all ladies!
MRS. ERLYNNE. 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.
DUMBY. [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.]
LADY PLYMDALE. [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?
DUMBY. My dear Laura, I wouldn’t dream of going!
LADY PLYMDALE. You haven’t told me her name yet! Who is she?
DUMBY. [Coughs slightly and smooths his hair.] She’s a Mrs. Erlynne.
LADY PLYMDALE. That woman!
DUMBY. Yes; that is what every one calls her.
LADY PLYMDALE. 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!
DUMBY. Why?
LADY PLYMDALE. 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.
DUMBY. What a mystery you are!
LADY PLYMDALE. [Looking at him.] I wish you were!
DUMBY. 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.]
LADY WINDERMERE. 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!
LORD DARLINGTON. 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.
LADY WINDERMERE. 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.]
LORD DARLINGTON. 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.
LADY WINDERMERE. 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.
LORD DARLINGTON. Between men and women there is no friendship
possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship. I love
you—
LADY WINDERMERE. No, no! [Rises.]
LORD DARLINGTON. 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
—
LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington!
LORD DARLINGTON. 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.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Moving slowly away from him, and looking at him
with startled eyes.] I have not the courage.
LORD DARLINGTON. [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!
LADY WINDERMERE. I am afraid of being myself. Let me think! Let me
wait! My husband may return to me. [Sits down on sofa.]
LORD DARLINGTON. 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!
LADY WINDERMERE. Ah, give me time to think. I cannot answer you now.
[Passes her hand nervously over her brow.]
LORD DARLINGTON. It must be now or not at all.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising from the sofa.] Then, not at all! [A pause.]
LORD DARLINGTON. You break my heart!
LADY WINDERMERE. Mine is already broken. [A pause.]
LORD DARLINGTON. 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. [Exit.]
LADY WINDERMERE. How alone I am in life! How terribly alone!
[The music stops. Enter the DUCHESS OF BERWICK and LORD PAISLEY
laughing and talking. Other guests come on from ball-room.]
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Margaret, I’ve just been having such a
delightful chat with Mrs. Erlynne. I am so sorry for what I said to you this
afternoon about her. Of course, she must be all right if you invite her. A
most attractive woman, and has such sensible views on life. Told me she
entirely disapproved of people marrying more than once, so I feel quite safe
about poor Augustus. Can’t imagine why people speak against her. It’s
those horrid nieces of mine—the Saville girls—they’re always talking
scandal. Still, I should go to Homburg, dear, I really should. She is just a
little too attractive. But where is Agatha? Oh, there she is: [LADY AGATHA
and MR. HOPPER enter from terrace L.U.E.] Mr. Hopper, I am very, very
angry with you. You have taken Agatha out on the terrace, and she is so
delicate.
HOPPER. Awfully sorry, Duchess. We went out for a moment and then got
chatting together.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [C.] Ah, about dear Australia, I suppose?
HOPPER. Yes!
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Agatha, darling! [Beckons her over.]
LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma!
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Aside.] Did Mr. Hopper definitely—
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. And what answer did you give him, dear child?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Affectionately.] My dear one! You always say the
right thing. Mr. Hopper! James! Agatha has told me everything. How
cleverly you have both kept your secret.
HOPPER. You don’t mind my taking Agatha off to Australia, then, Duchess?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Indignantly.] To Australia? Oh, don’t mention that
dreadful vulgar place.
HOPPER. But she said she’d like to come with me.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. [Severely.] Did you say that, Agatha?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Agatha, you say the most silly things possible. I
think on the whole that Grosvenor Square would be a more healthy place to
reside in. There are lots of vulgar people live in Grosvenor Square, but at
any rate there are no horrid kangaroos crawling about. But we’ll talk about
that to-morrow. James, you can take Agatha down. You’ll come to lunch,
of course, James. At half-past one, instead of two. The Duke will wish to
say a few words to you, I am sure.
HOPPER. I should like to have a chat with the Duke, Duchess. He has not
said a single word to me yet.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. I think you’ll find he will have a great deal to say to
you to-morrow. [Exit LADY AGATHA with MR. HOPPER.] And now good-
night, Margaret. I’m afraid it’s the old, old story, dear. Love—well, not
love at first sight, but love at the end of the season, which is so much more
satisfactory.
LADY WINDERMERE. Good-night, Duchess.
[Exit the DUCHESS OF BERWICK on LORD PAISLEY’S arm.]
LADY PLYMDALE. My dear Margaret, what a handsome woman your
husband has been dancing with! I should be quite jealous if I were you! Is
she a great friend of yours?
LADY WINDERMERE. No!
LADY PLYMDALE. Really? Good-night, dear. [Looks at MR. DUMBY and
exit.]
DUMBY. Awful manners young Hopper has!
CECIL GRAHAM. Ah! Hopper is one of Nature’s gentlemen, the worst type
of gentleman I know.
DUMBY. Sensible woman, Lady Windermere. Lots of wives would have
objected to Mrs. Erlynne coming. But Lady Windermere has that
uncommon thing called common sense.
CECIL GRAHAM. And Windermere knows that nothing looks so like
innocence as an indiscretion.
DUMBY. Yes; dear Windermere is becoming almost modern. Never thought
he would. [Bows to LADY WINDERMERE and exit.]
LADY JEDBURGH. Good night, Lady Windermere. What a fascinating
woman Mrs. Erlynne is! She is coming to lunch on Thursday, won’t you
come too? I expect the Bishop and dear Lady Merton.
LADY WINDERMERE. I am afraid I am engaged, Lady Jedburgh.
LADY JEDBURGH. So sorry. Come, dear. [Exeunt LADY JEDBURGH and MISS
GRAHAM.]
[Enter MRS. ERLYNNE and LORD WINDERMERE.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. Charming ball it has been! Quite reminds me of old days.
[Sits on sofa.] And I see that there are just as many fools in society as there
used to be. So pleased to find that nothing has altered! Except Margaret.
She’s grown quite pretty. The last time I saw her—twenty years ago, she
was a fright in flannel. Positive fright, I assure you. The dear Duchess! and
that sweet Lady Agatha! Just the type of girl I like! Well, really,
Windermere, if I am to be the Duchess’s sister-in-law—
LORD WINDERMERE. [Sitting L. of her.] But are you—?
[Exit MR. CECIL GRAHAM with rest of guests. LADY WINDERMERE watches,
with a look of scorn and pain, MRS. ERLYNNE and her husband. They are
unconscious of her presence.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, yes! He’s to call to-morrow at twelve o’clock! He
wanted to propose to-night. In fact he did. He kept on proposing. Poor
Augustus, you know how he repeats himself. Such a bad habit! But I told
him I wouldn’t give him an answer till to-morrow. Of course I am going to
take him. And I dare say I’ll make him an admirable wife, as wives go.
And there is a great deal of good in Lord Augustus. Fortunately it is all on
the surface. Just where good qualities should be. Of course you must help
me in this matter.
LORD WINDERMERE. I am not called on to encourage Lord Augustus, I
suppose?
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, no! I do the encouraging. But you will make me a
handsome settlement, Windermere, won’t you?
LORD WINDERMERE. [Frowning.] Is that what you want to talk to me about
to-night?
MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes.
LORD WINDERMERE. [With a gesture of impatience.] I will not talk of it here.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Laughing.] Then we will talk of it on the terrace. Even
business should have a picturesque background. Should it not,
Windermere? With a proper background women can do anything.
LORD WINDERMERE. Won’t to-morrow do as well?
MRS. ERLYNNE. No; you see, to-morrow I am going to accept him. And I
think it would be a good thing if I was able to tell him that I had—well,
what shall I say?—£2000 a year left to me by a third cousin—or a second
husband—or some distant relative of that kind. It would be an additional
attraction, wouldn’t it? You have a delightful opportunity now of paying
me a compliment, Windermere. But you are not very clever at paying
compliments. I am afraid Margaret doesn’t encourage you in that excellent
habit. It’s a great mistake on her part. When men give up saying what is
charming, they give up thinking what is charming. But seriously, what do
you say to £2000? £2500, I think. In modern life margin is everything.
Windermere, don’t you think the world an intensely amusing place? I do!
[Exit on terrace with LORD WINDERMERE. Music strikes up in ball-room.]
LADY WINDERMERE. To stay in this house any longer is impossible. To-
night a man who loves me offered me his whole life. I refused it. It was
foolish of me. I will offer him mine now. I will give him mine. I will go to
him! [Puts on cloak and goes to the door, then turns back. Sits down at
table and writes a letter, puts it into an envelope, and leaves it on table.]
Arthur has never understood me. When he reads this, he will. He may do
as he chooses now with his life. I have done with mine as I think best, as I
think right. It is he who has broken the bond of marriage—not I. I only
break its bondage.
[Exit.]
[PARKER enters L. and crosses towards the ball-room R. Enter MRS.
ERLYNNE.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. Is Lady Windermere in the ball-room?
PARKER. Her ladyship has just gone out.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Gone out? She’s not on the terrace?
PARKER. No, madam. Her ladyship has just gone out of the house.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Starts, and looks at the servant with a puzzled expression
in her face.] Out of the house?
PARKER. Yes, madam—her ladyship told me she had left a letter for his
lordship on the table.
MRS. ERLYNNE. A letter for Lord Windermere?
PARKER. Yes, madam.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Thank you.
[Exit PARKER. The music in the ball-room stops.] Gone out of her house! A
letter addressed to her husband! [Goes over to bureau and looks at letter.
Takes it up and lays it down again with a shudder of fear.] No, no! It
would be impossible! Life doesn’t repeat its tragedies like that! Oh, why
does this horrible fancy come across me? Why do I remember now the one
moment of my life I most wish to forget? Does life repeat its tragedies?
[Tears letter open and reads it, then sinks down into a chair with a gesture
of anguish.] Oh, how terrible! The same words that twenty years ago I
wrote to her father! and how bitterly I have been punished for it! No; my
punishment, my real punishment is to-night, is now! [Still seated R.]
[Enter LORD WINDERMERE L.U.E.]
LORD WINDERMERE. Have you said good-night to my wife? [Comes C.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Crushing letter in her hand.] Yes.
LORD WINDERMERE. Where is she?
MRS. ERLYNNE. She is very tired. She has gone to bed. She said she had a
headache.
LORD WINDERMERE. I must go to her. You’ll excuse me?
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising hurriedly.] Oh, no! It’s nothing serious. She’s only
very tired, that is all. Besides, there are people still in the supper-room.
She wants you to make her apologies to them. She said she didn’t wish to
be disturbed. [Drops letter.] She asked me to tell you!
LORD WINDERMERE. [Picks up letter.] You have dropped something.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh yes, thank you, that is mine. [Puts out her hand to take
it.]
LORD WINDERMERE. [Still looking at letter.] But it’s my wife’s handwriting,
isn’t it?
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Takes the letter quickly.] Yes, it’s—an address. Will you
ask them to call my carriage, please?
LORD WINDERMERE. Certainly.
[Goes L. and Exit.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. Thanks! What can I do? What can I do? I feel a passion
awakening within me that I never felt before. What can it mean? The
daughter must not be like the mother—that would be terrible. How can I
save her? How can I save my child? A moment may ruin a life. Who
knows that better than I? Windermere must be got out of the house; that is
absolutely necessary. [Goes L.] But how shall I do it? It must be done
somehow. Ah!
[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS R.U.E. carrying bouquet.]
LORD AUGUSTUS. Dear lady, I am in such suspense! May I not have an
answer to my request?
MRS. ERLYNNE. Lord Augustus, listen to me. You are to take Lord
Windermere down to your club at once, and keep him there as long as
possible. You understand?
LORD AUGUSTUS. But you said you wished me to keep early hours!
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Nervously.] Do what I tell you. Do what I tell you.
LORD AUGUSTUS. And my reward?
MRS. ERLYNNE. Your reward? Your reward? Oh! ask me that to-morrow.
But don’t let Windermere out of your sight to-night. If you do I will never
forgive you. I will never speak to you again. I’ll have nothing to do with
you. Remember you are to keep Windermere at your club, and don’t let
him come back to-night.
[Exit L.]
LORD AUGUSTUS. Well, really, I might be her husband already. Positively I
might. [Follows her in a bewildered manner.]
ACT DROP.
THIRD ACT
SCENE
Lord Darlington’s Rooms. A large sofa is in front of fireplace R. At the
back of the stage a curtain is drawn across the window. Doors L. and R.
Table R. with writing materials. Table C. with syphons, glasses, and
Tantalus frame. Table L. with cigar and cigarette box. Lamps lit.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Standing by the fireplace.] Why doesn’t he come?
This waiting is horrible. He should be here. Why is he not here, to wake
by passionate words some fire within me? I am cold—cold as a loveless
thing. Arthur must have read my letter by this time. If he cared for me, he
would have come after me, would have taken me back by force. But he
doesn’t care. He’s entrammelled by this woman—fascinated by her—
dominated by her. If a woman wants to hold a man, she has merely to
appeal to what is worst in him. We make gods of men and they leave us.
Others make brutes of them and they fawn and are faithful. How hideous
life is! . . . Oh! it was mad of me to come here, horribly mad. And yet,
which is the worst, I wonder, to be at the mercy of a man who loves one, or
the wife of a man who in one’s own house dishonours one? What woman
knows? What woman in the whole world? But will he love me always, this
man to whom I am giving my life? What do I bring him? Lips that have
lost the note of joy, eyes that are blinded by tears, chill hands and icy heart.
I bring him nothing. I must go back—no; I can’t go back, my letter has put
me in their power—Arthur would not take me back! That fatal letter! No!
Lord Darlington leaves England to-morrow. I will go with him—I have no
choice. [Sits down for a few moments. Then starts up and puts on her
cloak.] No, no! I will go back, let Arthur do with me what he pleases. I
can’t wait here. It has been madness my coming. I must go at once. As for
Lord Darlington—Oh! here he is! What shall I do? What can I say to
him? Will he let me go away at all? I have heard that men are brutal,
horrible . . . Oh! [Hides her face in her hands.]
[Enter MRS. ERLYNNE L.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. Lady Windermere! [LADY WINDERMERE starts and looks up.
Then recoils in contempt.] Thank Heaven I am in time. You must go back
to your husband’s house immediately.
LADY WINDERMERE. Must?
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Authoritatively.] Yes, you must! There is not a second to
be lost. Lord Darlington may return at any moment.
LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t come near me!
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! You are on the brink of ruin, you are on the brink of a
hideous precipice. You must leave this place at once, my carriage is waiting
at the corner of the street. You must come with me and drive straight home.
[LADY WINDERMERE throws off her cloak and flings it on the sofa.]
What are you doing?
LADY WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne—if you had not come here, I would have
gone back. But now that I see you, I feel that nothing in the whole world
would induce me to live under the same roof as Lord Windermere. You fill
me with horror. There is something about you that stirs the wildest—rage
within me. And I know why you are here. My husband sent you to lure me
back that I might serve as a blind to whatever relations exist between you
and him.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! You don’t think that—you can’t.
LADY WINDERMERE. Go back to my husband, Mrs. Erlynne. He belongs to
you and not to me. I suppose he is afraid of a scandal. Men are such
cowards. They outrage every law of the world, and are afraid of the world’s
tongue. But he had better prepare himself. He shall have a scandal. He
shall have the worst scandal there has been in London for years. He shall
see his name in every vile paper, mine on every hideous placard.
MRS. ERLYNNE. No—no—
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes! he shall. Had he come himself, I admit I would
have gone back to the life of degradation you and he had prepared for me—
I was going back—but to stay himself at home, and to send you as his
messenger—oh! it was infamous—infamous.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [C.] Lady Windermere, you wrong me horribly—you
wrong your husband horribly. He doesn’t know you are here—he thinks
you are safe in your own house. He thinks you are asleep in your own
room. He never read the mad letter you wrote to him!
LADY WINDERMERE. [R.] Never read it!
MRS. ERLYNNE. No—he knows nothing about it.
LADY WINDERMERE. How simple you think me! [Going to her.] You are
lying to me!
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Restraining herself.] I am not. I am telling you the truth.
LADY WINDERMERE. If my husband didn’t read my letter, how is it that you
are here? Who told you I had left the house you were shameless enough to
enter? Who told you where I had gone to? My husband told you, and sent
you to decoy me back. [Crosses L.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. [R.C.] Your husband has never seen the letter. I—saw it, I
opened it. I—read it.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Turning to her.] You opened a letter of mine to my
husband? You wouldn’t dare!
MRS. ERLYNNE. Dare! Oh! to save you from the abyss into which you are
falling, there is nothing in the world I would not dare, nothing in the whole
world. Here is the letter. Your husband has never read it. He never shall
read it. [Going to fireplace.] It should never have been written. [Tears it
and throws it into the fire.]
LADY WINDERMERE. [With infinite contempt in her voice and look.] How do
I know that that was my letter after all? You seem to think the commonest
device can take me in!
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! why do you disbelieve everything I tell you? What
object do you think I have in coming here, except to save you from utter
ruin, to save you from the consequence of a hideous mistake? That letter
that is burnt now was your letter. I swear it to you!
LADY WINDERMERE. [Slowly.] You took good care to burn it before I had
examined it. I cannot trust you. You, whose whole life is a lie, could you
speak the truth about anything? [Sits down.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Hurriedly.] Think as you like about me—say what you
choose against me, but go back, go back to the husband you love.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Sullenly.] I do not love him!
MRS. ERLYNNE. You do, and you know that he loves you.
LADY WINDERMERE. He does not understand what love is. He understands it
as little as you do—but I see what you want. It would be a great advantage
for you to get me back. Dear Heaven! what a life I would have then!
Living at the mercy of a woman who has neither mercy nor pity in her, a
woman whom it is an infamy to meet, a degradation to know, a vile woman,
a woman who comes between husband and wife!
MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a gesture of despair.] Lady Windermere, Lady
Windermere, don’t say such terrible things. You don’t know how terrible
they are, how terrible and how unjust. Listen, you must listen! Only go
back to your husband, and I promise you never to communicate with him
again on any pretext—never to see him—never to have anything to do with
his life or yours. The money that he gave me, he gave me not through love,
but through hatred, not in worship, but in contempt. The hold I have over
him—
LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] Ah! you admit you have a hold!
MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes, and I will tell you what it is. It is his love for you,
Lady Windermere.
LADY WINDERMERE. You expect me to believe that?
MRS. ERLYNNE. You must believe it! It is true. It is his love for you that has
made him submit to—oh! call it what you like, tyranny, threats, anything
you choose. But it is his love for you. His desire to spare you—shame,
yes, shame and disgrace.
LADY WINDERMERE. What do you mean? You are insolent! What have I to
do with you?
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Humbly.] Nothing. I know it—but I tell you that your
husband loves you—that you may never meet with such love again in your
whole life—that such love you will never meet—and that if you throw it
away, the day may come when you will starve for love and it will not be
given to you, beg for love and it will be denied you—Oh! Arthur loves you!
LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur? And you tell me there is nothing between you?
MRS. ERLYNNE. Lady Windermere, before Heaven your husband is guiltless
of all offence towards you! And I—I tell you that had it ever occurred to
me that such a monstrous suspicion would have entered your mind, I would
have died rather than have crossed your life or his—oh! died, gladly died!
[Moves away to sofa R.]
LADY WINDERMERE. You talk as if you had a heart. Women like you have
no hearts. Heart is not in you. You are bought and sold. [Sits L.C.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Starts, with a gesture of pain. Then restrains herself, and
comes over to where LADY WINDERMERE is sitting. As she speaks, she
stretches out her hands towards her, but does not dare to touch her.]
Believe what you choose about me. I am not worth a moment’s sorrow.
But don’t spoil your beautiful young life on my account! You don’t know
what may be in store for you, unless you leave this house at once. You
don’t know what it is to fall into the pit, to be despised, mocked,
abandoned, sneered at—to be an outcast! to find the door shut against one,
to have to creep in by hideous byways, afraid every moment lest the mask
should be stripped from one’s face, and all the while to hear the laughter,
the horrible laughter of the world, a thing more tragic than all the tears the
world has ever shed. You don’t know what it is. One pays for one’s sin,
and then one pays again, and all one’s life one pays. You must never know
that.—As for me, if suffering be an expiation, then at this moment I have
expiated all my faults, whatever they have been; for to-night you have made
a heart in one who had it not, made it and broken it.—But let that pass. I
may have wrecked my own life, but I will not let you wreck yours. You—
why, you are a mere girl, you would be lost. You haven’t got the kind of
brains that enables a woman to get back. You have neither the wit nor the
courage. You couldn’t stand dishonour! No! Go back, Lady Windermere,
to the husband who loves you, whom you love. You have a child, Lady
Windermere. Go back to that child who even now, in pain or in joy, may be
calling to you. [LADY WINDERMERE rises.] God gave you that child. He
will require from you that you make his life fine, that you watch over him.
What answer will you make to God if his life is ruined through you? Back
to your house, Lady Windermere—your husband loves you! He has never
swerved for a moment from the love he bears you. But even if he had a
thousand loves, you must stay with your child. If he was harsh to you, you
must stay with your child. If he ill-treated you, you must stay with your
child. If he abandoned you, your place is with your child.
[LADY WINDERMERE bursts into tears and buries her face in her hands.]
[Rushing to her.] Lady Windermere!
LADY WINDERMERE. [Holding out her hands to her, helplessly, as a child
might do.] Take me home. Take me home.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Is about to embrace her. Then restrains herself. There is a
look of wonderful joy in her face.] Come! Where is your cloak? [Getting it
from sofa.] Here. Put it on. Come at once!
[They go to the door.]
LADY WINDERMERE. Stop! Don’t you hear voices?
MRS. ERLYNNE. No, no! There was no one!
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, there is! Listen! Oh! that is my husband’s voice!
He is coming in! Save me! Oh, it’s some plot! You have sent for him.
[Voices outside.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. Silence! I’m here to save you, if I can. But I fear it is too
late! There! [Points to the curtain across the window.] The first chance
you have, slip out, if you ever get a chance!
LADY WINDERMERE. But you?
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! never mind me. I’ll face them.
[LADY WINDERMERE hides herself behind the curtain.]
LORD AUGUSTUS. [Outside.] Nonsense, dear Windermere, you must not
leave me!
MRS. ERLYNNE. Lord Augustus! Then it is I who am lost! [Hesitates for a
moment, then looks round and sees door R., and exits through it.]
[Enter LORD DARLINGTON, MR. DUMBY, LORD WINDERMERE, LORD AUGUSTUS
LORTON, and MR. CECIL GRAHAM.
DUMBY. What a nuisance their turning us out of the club at this hour! It’s
only two o’clock. [Sinks into a chair.] The lively part of the evening is
only just beginning. [Yawns and closes his eyes.]
LORD WINDERMERE. It is very good of you, Lord Darlington, allowing
Augustus to force our company on you, but I’m afraid I can’t stay long.
LORD DARLINGTON. Really! I am so sorry! You’ll take a cigar, won’t you?
LORD WINDERMERE. Thanks! [Sits down.]
LORD AUGUSTUS. [To LORD WINDERMERE.] My dear boy, you must not
dream of going. I have a great deal to talk to you about, of demmed
importance, too. [Sits down with him at L. table.]
CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! We all know what that is! Tuppy can’t talk about
anything but Mrs. Erlynne.
LORD WINDERMERE. Well, that is no business of yours, is it, Cecil?
CECIL GRAHAM. None! That is why it interests me. My own business
always bores me to death. I prefer other people’s.
LORD DARLINGTON. Have something to drink, you fellows. Cecil, you’ll
have a whisky and soda?
CECIL GRAHAM. Thanks. [Goes to table with LORD DARLINGTON.] Mrs.
Erlynne looked very handsome to-night, didn’t she?
LORD DARLINGTON. I am not one of her admirers.
CECIL GRAHAM. I usen’t to be, but I am now. Why! she actually made me
introduce her to poor dear Aunt Caroline. I believe she is going to lunch
there.
LORD DARLINGTON. [In Purple.] No?
CECIL GRAHAM. She is, really.
LORD DARLINGTON. Excuse me, you fellows. I’m going away to-morrow.
And I have to write a few letters. [Goes to writing table and sits down.]
DUMBY. Clever woman, Mrs. Erlynne.
CECIL GRAHAM. Hallo, Dumby! I thought you were asleep.
DUMBY. I am, I usually am!
LORD AUGUSTUS. A very clever woman. Knows perfectly well what a
demmed fool I am—knows it as well as I do myself.
[CECIL GRAHAM comes towards him laughing.]
Ah, you may laugh, my boy, but it is a great thing to come across a woman
who thoroughly understands one.
DUMBY. It is an awfully dangerous thing. They always end by marrying
one.
CECIL GRAHAM. But I thought, Tuppy, you were never going to see her
again! Yes! you told me so yesterday evening at the club. You said you’d
heard—
[Whispering to him.]
LORD AUGUSTUS. Oh, she’s explained that.
CECIL GRAHAM. And the Wiesbaden affair?
LORD AUGUSTUS. She’s explained that too.
DUMBY. And her income, Tuppy? Has she explained that?
LORD AUGUSTUS. [In a very serious voice.] She’s going to explain that to-
morrow.
[CECIL GRAHAM goes back to C. table.]
DUMBY. Awfully commercial, women nowadays. Our grandmothers threw
their caps over the mills, of course, but, by Jove, their granddaughters only
throw their caps over mills that can raise the wind for them.
LORD AUGUSTUS. You want to make her out a wicked woman. She is not!
CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! Wicked women bother one. Good women bore one.
That is the only difference between them.
LORD AUGUSTUS. [Puffing a cigar.] Mrs. Erlynne has a future before her.
DUMBY. Mrs. Erlynne has a past before her.
LORD AUGUSTUS. I prefer women with a past. They’re always so demmed
amusing to talk to.
CECIL GRAHAM. Well, you’ll have lots of topics of conversation with her,
Tuppy. [Rising and going to him.]
LORD AUGUSTUS. You’re getting annoying, dear-boy; you’re getting
demmed annoying.
CECIL GRAHAM. [Puts his hands on his shoulders.] Now, Tuppy, you’ve lost
your figure and you’ve lost your character. Don’t lose your temper; you
have only got one.
LORD AUGUSTUS. My dear boy, if I wasn’t the most good-natured man in
London—
CECIL GRAHAM. We’d treat you with more respect, wouldn’t we, Tuppy?
[Strolls away.]
DUMBY. The youth of the present day are quite monstrous. They have
absolutely no respect for dyed hair. [LORD AUGUSTUS looks round angrily.]
CECIL GRAHAM. Mrs. Erlynne has a very great respect for dear Tuppy.
DUMBY. Then Mrs. Erlynne sets an admirable example to the rest of her
sex. It is perfectly brutal the way most women nowadays behave to men
who are not their husbands.
LORD WINDERMERE. Dumby, you are ridiculous, and Cecil, you let your
tongue run away with you. You must leave Mrs. Erlynne alone. You don’t
really know anything about her, and you’re always talking scandal against
her.
CECIL GRAHAM. [Coming towards him L.C.] My dear Arthur, I never talk
scandal. I only talk gossip.
LORD WINDERMERE. What is the difference between scandal and gossip?
CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! gossip is charming! History is merely gossip. But
scandal is gossip made tedious by morality. Now, I never moralise. A man
who moralises is usually a hypocrite, and a woman who moralises is
invariably plain. There is nothing in the whole world so unbecoming to a
woman as a Nonconformist conscience. And most women know it, I’m
glad to say.
LORD AUGUSTUS. Just my sentiments, dear boy, just my sentiments.
CECIL GRAHAM. Sorry to hear it, Tuppy; whenever people agree with me, I
always feel I must be wrong.
LORD AUGUSTUS. My dear boy, when I was your age—
CECIL GRAHAM. But you never were, Tuppy, and you never will be. [Goes
up C.] I say, Darlington, let us have some cards. You’ll play, Arthur, won’t
you?
LORD WINDERMERE. No, thanks, Cecil.
DUMBY. [With a sigh.] Good heavens! how marriage ruins a man! It’s as
demoralising as cigarettes, and far more expensive.
CECIL GRAHAM. You’ll play, of course, Tuppy?
LORD AUGUSTUS. [Pouring himself out a brandy and soda at table.] Can’t,
dear boy. Promised Mrs. Erlynne never to play or drink again.
CECIL GRAHAM. Now, my dear Tuppy, don’t be led astray into the paths of
virtue. Reformed, you would be perfectly tedious. That is the worst of
women. They always want one to be good. And if we are good, when they
meet us, they don’t love us at all. They like to find us quite irretrievably
bad, and to leave us quite unattractively good.
LORD DARLINGTON. [Rising from R. table, where he has been writing
letters.] They always do find us bad!
DUMBY. I don’t think we are bad. I think we are all good, except Tuppy.
LORD DARLINGTON. No, we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking
at the stars. [Sits down at C. table.]
DUMBY. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars?
Upon my word, you are very romantic to-night, Darlington.
CECIL GRAHAM. Too romantic! You must be in love. Who is the girl?
LORD DARLINGTON. The woman I love is not free, or thinks she isn’t.
[Glances instinctively at LORD WINDERMERE while he speaks.]
CECIL GRAHAM. A married woman, then! Well, there’s nothing in the world
like the devotion of a married woman. It’s a thing no married man knows
anything about.
LORD DARLINGTON. Oh! she doesn’t love me. She is a good woman. She is
the only good woman I have ever met in my life.
CECIL GRAHAM. The only good woman you have ever met in your life?
LORD DARLINGTON. Yes!
CECIL GRAHAM. [Lighting a cigarette.] Well, you are a lucky fellow! Why,
I have met hundreds of good women. I never seem to meet any but good
women. The world is perfectly packed with good women. To know them is
a middle-class education.
LORD DARLINGTON. This woman has purity and innocence. She has
everything we men have lost.
CECIL GRAHAM. My dear fellow, what on earth should we men do going
about with purity and innocence? A carefully thought-out buttonhole is
much more effective.
DUMBY. She doesn’t really love you then?
LORD DARLINGTON. No, she does not!
DUMBY. I congratulate you, my dear fellow. In this world there are only
two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting
it. The last is much the worst; the last is a real tragedy! But I am interested
to hear she does not love you. How long could you love a woman who
didn’t love you, Cecil?
CECIL GRAHAM. A woman who didn’t love me? Oh, all my life!
DUMBY. So could I. But it’s so difficult to meet one.
LORD DARLINGTON. How can you be so conceited, DUMBY?
DUMBY. I didn’t say it as a matter of conceit. I said it as a matter of regret.
I have been wildly, madly adored. I am sorry I have. It has been an
immense nuisance. I should like to be allowed a little time to myself now
and then.
LORD AUGUSTUS. [Looking round.] Time to educate yourself, I suppose.
DUMBY. No, time to forget all I have learned. That is much more
important, dear Tuppy. [LORD AUGUSTUS moves uneasily in his chair.]
LORD DARLINGTON. What cynics you fellows are!
CECIL GRAHAM. What is a cynic? [Sitting on the back of the sofa.]
LORD DARLINGTON. A man who knows the price of everything and the value
of nothing.
CECIL GRAHAM. And a sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who
sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn’t know the market price of
any single thing.
LORD DARLINGTON. You always amuse me, Cecil. You talk as if you were a
man of experience.
CECIL GRAHAM. I am. [Moves up to front off fireplace.]
LORD DARLINGTON. You are far too young!
CECIL GRAHAM. That is a great error. Experience is a question of instinct
about life. I have got it. Tuppy hasn’t. Experience is the name Tuppy
gives to his mistakes. That is all. [LORD AUGUSTUS looks round
indignantly.]
DUMBY. Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.
CECIL GRAHAM. [Standing with his back to the fireplace.] One shouldn’t
commit any. [Sees LADY WINDERMERE’S fan on sofa.]
DUMBY. Life would be very dull without them.
CECIL GRAHAM. Of course you are quite faithful to this woman you are in
love with, Darlington, to this good woman?
LORD DARLINGTON. Cecil, if one really loves a woman, all other women in
the world become absolutely meaningless to one. Love changes one—I am
changed.
CECIL GRAHAM. Dear me! How very interesting! Tuppy, I want to talk to
you. [LORD AUGUSTUS takes no notice.]
DUMBY. It’s no use talking to Tuppy. You might just as well talk to a brick
wall.
CECIL GRAHAM. But I like talking to a brick wall—it’s the only thing in the
world that never contradicts me! Tuppy!
LORD AUGUSTUS. Well, what is it? What is it? [Rising and going over to
CECIL GRAHAM.]
CECIL GRAHAM. Come over here. I want you particularly. [Aside.]
Darlington has been moralising and talking about the purity of love, and
that sort of thing, and he has got some woman in his rooms all the time.
LORD AUGUSTUS. No, really! really!
CECIL GRAHAM. [In a low voice.] Yes, here is her fan. [Points to the fan.]
LORD AUGUSTUS. [Chuckling.] By Jove! By Jove!
LORD WINDERMERE. [Up by door.] I am really off now, Lord Darlington. I
am sorry you are leaving England so soon. Pray call on us when you come
back! My wife and I will be charmed to see you!
LORD DARLINGTON. [Upstage with LORD WINDERMERE.] I am afraid I shall be
away for many years. Good-night!
CECIL GRAHAM. Arthur!
LORD WINDERMERE. What?
CECIL GRAHAM. I want to speak to you for a moment. No, do come!
LORD WINDERMERE. [Putting on his coat.] I can’t—I’m off!
CECIL GRAHAM. It is something very particular. It will interest you
enormously.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Smiling.] It is some of your nonsense, Cecil.
CECIL GRAHAM. It isn’t! It isn’t really.
LORD AUGUSTUS. [Going to him.] My dear fellow, you mustn’t go yet. I
have a lot to talk to you about. And Cecil has something to show you.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Walking over.] Well, what is it?
CECIL GRAHAM. Darlington has got a woman here in his rooms. Here is her
fan. Amusing, isn’t it? [A pause.]
LORD WINDERMERE. Good God! [Seizes the fan—DUMBY rises.]
CECIL GRAHAM. What is the matter?
LORD WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington!
LORD DARLINGTON. [Turning round.] Yes!
LORD WINDERMERE. What is my wife’s fan doing here in your rooms?
Hands off, Cecil. Don’t touch me.
LORD DARLINGTON. Your wife’s fan?
LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, here it is!
LORD DARLINGTON. [Walking towards him.] I don’t know!
LORD WINDERMERE. You must know. I demand an explanation. Don’t hold
me, you fool. [To CECIL GRAHAM.]
LORD DARLINGTON. [Aside.] She is here after all!
LORD WINDERMERE. Speak, sir! Why is my wife’s fan here? Answer me!
By God! I’ll search your rooms, and if my wife’s here, I’ll— [Moves.]
LORD DARLINGTON. You shall not search my rooms. You have no right to do
so. I forbid you!
LORD WINDERMERE. You scoundrel! I’ll not leave your room till I have
searched every corner of it! What moves behind that curtain? [Rushes
towards the curtain C.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Enters behind R.] Lord Windermere!
LORD WINDERMERE. Mrs. Erlynne!
[Every one starts and turns round. LADY WINDERMERE slips out from behind
the curtain and glides from the room L.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. I am afraid I took your wife’s fan in mistake for my own,
when I was leaving your house to-night. I am so sorry. [Takes fan from
him. LORD WINDERMERE looks at her in contempt. LORD DARLINGTON in
mingled astonishment and anger. LORD AUGUSTUS turns away. The other
men smile at each other.]
ACT DROP.
FOURTH ACT
SCENE—Same as in Act I.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Lying on sofa.] How can I tell him? I can’t tell him.
It would kill me. I wonder what happened after I escaped from that horrible
room. Perhaps she told them the true reason of her being there, and the real
meaning of that—fatal fan of mine. Oh, if he knows—how can I look him
in the face again? He would never forgive me. [Touches bell.] How
securely one thinks one lives—out of reach of temptation, sin, folly. And
then suddenly—Oh! Life is terrible. It rules us, we do not rule it.
[Enter ROSALIE R.]
ROSALIE. Did your ladyship ring for me?
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Have you found out at what time Lord
Windermere came in last night?
ROSALIE. His lordship did not come in till five o’clock.
LADY WINDERMERE. Five o’clock? He knocked at my door this morning,
didn’t he?
ROSALIE. Yes, my lady—at half-past nine. I told him your ladyship was not
awake yet.
LADY WINDERMERE. Did he say anything?
ROSALIE. Something about your ladyship’s fan. I didn’t quite catch what
his lordship said. Has the fan been lost, my lady? I can’t find it, and Parker
says it was not left in any of the rooms. He has looked in all of them and on
the terrace as well.
LADY WINDERMERE. It doesn’t matter. Tell Parker not to trouble. That will
do.
[Exit ROSALIE.]
LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] She is sure to tell him. I can fancy a person
doing a wonderful act of self-sacrifice, doing it spontaneously, recklessly,
nobly—and afterwards finding out that it costs too much. Why should she
hesitate between her ruin and mine? . . . How strange! I would have
publicly disgraced her in my own house. She accepts public disgrace in the
house of another to save me. . . . There is a bitter irony in things, a bitter
irony in the way we talk of good and bad women. . . . Oh, what a lesson!
and what a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of no use
to us! For even if she doesn’t tell, I must. Oh! the shame of it, the shame of
it. To tell it is to live through it all again. Actions are the first tragedy in
life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are
merciless. . . . Oh! [Starts as LORD WINDERMERE enters.]
LORD WINDERMERE. [Kisses her.] Margaret—how pale you look!
LADY WINDERMERE. I slept very badly.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Sitting on sofa with her.] I am so sorry. I came in
dreadfully late, and didn’t like to wake you. You are crying, dear.
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, I am crying, for I have something to tell you,
Arthur.
LORD WINDERMERE. My dear child, you are not well. You’ve been doing
too much. Let us go away to the country. You’ll be all right at Selby. The
season is almost over. There is no use staying on. Poor darling! We’ll go
away to-day, if you like. [Rises.] We can easily catch the 3.40. I’ll send a
wire to Fannen. [Crosses and sits down at table to write a telegram.]
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes; let us go away to-day. No; I can’t go to-day,
Arthur. There is some one I must see before I leave town—some one who
has been kind to me.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Rising and leaning over sofa.] Kind to you?
LADY WINDERMERE. Far more than that. [Rises and goes to him.] I will tell
you, Arthur, but only love me, love me as you used to love me.
LORD WINDERMERE. Used to? You are not thinking of that wretched woman
who came here last night? [Coming round and sitting R. of her.] You don’t
still imagine—no, you couldn’t.
LADY WINDERMERE. I don’t. I know now I was wrong and foolish.
LORD WINDERMERE. It was very good of you to receive her last night—but
you are never to see her again.
LADY WINDERMERE. Why do you say that? [A pause.]
LORD WINDERMERE. [Holding her hand.] Margaret, I thought Mrs. Erlynne
was a woman more sinned against than sinning, as the phrase goes. I
thought she wanted to be good, to get back into a place that she had lost by
a moment’s folly, to lead again a decent life. I believed what she told me—
I was mistaken in her. She is bad—as bad as a woman can be.
LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, Arthur, don’t talk so bitterly about any woman.
I don’t think now that people can be divided into the good and the bad as
though they were two separate races or creations. What are called good
women may have terrible things in them, mad moods of recklessness,
assertion, jealousy, sin. Bad women, as they are termed, may have in them
sorrow, repentance, pity, sacrifice. And I don’t think Mrs. Erlynne a bad
woman—I know she’s not.
LORD WINDERMERE. My dear child, the woman’s impossible. No matter
what harm she tries to do us, you must never see her again. She is
inadmissible anywhere.
LADY WINDERMERE. But I want to see her. I want her to come here.
LORD WINDERMERE. Never!
LADY WINDERMERE. She came here once as your guest. She must come now
as mine. That is but fair.
LORD WINDERMERE. She should never have come here.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] It is too late, Arthur, to say that now. [Moves
away.]
LORD WINDERMERE. [Rising.] Margaret, if you knew where Mrs. Erlynne
went last night, after she left this house, you would not sit in the same room
with her. It was absolutely shameless, the whole thing.
LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, I can’t bear it any longer. I must tell you. Last
night—
[Enter PARKER with a tray on which lie LADY WINDERMERE’S fan and a card.]
PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne has called to return your ladyship’s fan which she
took away by mistake last night. Mrs. Erlynne has written a message on the
card.
LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, ask Mrs. Erlynne to be kind enough to come up.
[Reads card.] Say I shall be very glad to see her.
[Exit PARKER.]
She wants to see me, Arthur.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Takes card and looks at it.] Margaret, I beg you not
to. Let me see her first, at any rate. She’s a very dangerous woman. She is
the most dangerous woman I know. You don’t realise what you’re doing.
LADY WINDERMERE. It is right that I should see her.
LORD WINDERMERE. My child, you may be on the brink of a great sorrow.
Don’t go to meet it. It is absolutely necessary that I should see her before
you do.
LADY WINDERMERE. Why should it be necessary?
[Enter PARKER.]
PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne.
[Enter MRS. ERLYNNE.]
[Exit PARKER.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. How do you do, Lady Windermere? [To LORD
WINDERMERE.] How do you do? Do you know, Lady Windermere, I am so
sorry about your fan. I can’t imagine how I made such a silly mistake.
Most stupid of me. And as I was driving in your direction, I thought I
would take the opportunity of returning your property in person with many
apologies for my carelessness, and of bidding you good-bye.
LADY WINDERMERE. Good-bye? [Moves towards sofa with MRS. ERLYNNE
and sits down beside her.] Are you going away, then, Mrs. Erlynne?
MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes; I am going to live abroad again. The English climate
doesn’t suit me. My—heart is affected here, and that I don’t like. I prefer
living in the south. London is too full of fogs and—and serious people,
Lord Windermere. Whether the fogs produce the serious people or whether
the serious people produce the fogs, I don’t know, but the whole thing
rather gets on my nerves, and so I’m leaving this afternoon by the Club
Train.
LADY WINDERMERE. This afternoon? But I wanted so much to come and see
you.
MRS. ERLYNNE. How kind of you! But I am afraid I have to go.
LADY WINDERMERE. Shall I never see you again, Mrs. Erlynne?
MRS. ERLYNNE. I am afraid not. Our lives lie too far apart. But there is a
little thing I would like you to do for me. I want a photograph of you, Lady
Windermere—would you give me one? You don’t know how gratified I
should be.
LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, with pleasure. There is one on that table. I’ll show
it to you. [Goes across to the table.]
LORD WINDERMERE. [Coming up to MRS. ERLYNNE and speaking in a low
voice.] It is monstrous your intruding yourself here after your conduct last
night.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [With an amused smile.] My dear Windermere, manners
before morals!
LADY WINDERMERE. [Returning.] I’m afraid it is very flattering—I am not
so pretty as that. [Showing photograph.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. You are much prettier. But haven’t you got one of yourself
with your little boy?
LADY WINDERMERE. I have. Would you prefer one of those?
MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes.
LADY WINDERMERE. I’ll go and get it for you, if you’ll excuse me for a
moment. I have one upstairs.
MRS. ERLYNNE. So sorry, Lady Windermere, to give you so much trouble.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Moves to door R.] No trouble at all, Mrs. Erlynne.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Thanks so much.
[Exit LADY WINDERMERE R.] You seem rather out of temper this morning,
Windermere. Why should you be? Margaret and I get on charmingly
together.
LORD WINDERMERE. I can’t bear to see you with her. Besides, you have not
told me the truth, Mrs. Erlynne.
MRS. ERLYNNE. I have not told her the truth, you mean.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Standing C.] I sometimes wish you had. I should
have been spared then the misery, the anxiety, the annoyance of the last six
months. But rather than my wife should know—that the mother whom she
was taught to consider as dead, the mother whom she has mourned as dead,
is living—a divorced woman, going about under an assumed name, a bad
woman preying upon life, as I know you now to be—rather than that, I was
ready to supply you with money to pay bill after bill, extravagance after
extravagance, to risk what occurred yesterday, the first quarrel I have ever
had with my wife. You don’t understand what that means to me. How
could you? But I tell you that the only bitter words that ever came from
those sweet lips of hers were on your account, and I hate to see you next
her. You sully the innocence that is in her. [Moves L.C.] And then I used to
think that with all your faults you were frank and honest. You are not.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Why do you say that?
LORD WINDERMERE. You made me get you an invitation to my wife’s ball.
MRS. ERLYNNE. For my daughter’s ball—yes.
LORD WINDERMERE. You came, and within an hour of your leaving the
house you are found in a man’s rooms—you are disgraced before every
one. [Goes up stage C.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Turning round on her.] Therefore I have a right to
look upon you as what you are—a worthless, vicious woman. I have the
right to tell you never to enter this house, never to attempt to come near my
wife—
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Coldly.] My daughter, you mean.
LORD WINDERMERE. You have no right to claim her as your daughter. You
left her, abandoned her when she was but a child in the cradle, abandoned
her for your lover, who abandoned you in turn.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising.] Do you count that to his credit, Lord Windermere
—or to mine?
LORD WINDERMERE. To his, now that I know you.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Take care—you had better be careful.
LORD WINDERMERE. Oh, I am not going to mince words for you. I know
you thoroughly.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Looks steadily at him.] I question that.
LORD WINDERMERE. I do know you. For twenty years of your life you lived
without your child, without a thought of your child. One day you read in
the papers that she had married a rich man. You saw your hideous chance.
You knew that to spare her the ignominy of learning that a woman like you
was her mother, I would endure anything. You began your blackmailing.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Shrugging her shoulders.] Don’t use ugly words,
Windermere. They are vulgar. I saw my chance, it is true, and took it.
LORD WINDERMERE. Yes, you took it—and spoiled it all last night by being
found out.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a strange smile.] You are quite right, I spoiled it all
last night.
LORD WINDERMERE. And as for your blunder in taking my wife’s fan from
here and then leaving it about in Darlington’s rooms, it is unpardonable. I
can’t bear the sight of it now. I shall never let my wife use it again. The
thing is soiled for me. You should have kept it and not brought it back.
MRS. ERLYNNE. I think I shall keep it. [Goes up.] It’s extremely pretty.
[Takes up fan.] I shall ask Margaret to give it to me.
LORD WINDERMERE. I hope my wife will give it you.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, I’m sure she will have no objection.
LORD WINDERMERE. I wish that at the same time she would give you a
miniature she kisses every night before she prays—It’s the miniature of a
young innocent-looking girl with beautiful dark hair.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Ah, yes, I remember. How long ago that seems! [Goes to
sofa and sits down.] It was done before I was married. Dark hair and an
innocent expression were the fashion then, Windermere! [A pause.]
LORD WINDERMERE. What do you mean by coming here this morning?
What is your object? [Crossing L.C. and sitting.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a note of irony in her voice.] To bid good-bye to my
dear daughter, of course. [LORD WINDERMERE bites his under lip in anger.
MRS. ERLYNNE looks at him, and her voice and manner become serious. In
her accents as she talks there is a note of deep tragedy. For a moment she
reveals herself.] Oh, don’t imagine I am going to have a pathetic scene
with her, weep on her neck and tell her who I am, and all that kind of thing.
I have no ambition to play the part of a mother. Only once in my life have I
known a mother’s feelings. That was last night. They were terrible—they
made me suffer—they made me suffer too much. For twenty years, as you
say, I have lived childless,—I want to live childless still. [Hiding her
feelings with a trivial laugh.] Besides, my dear Windermere, how on earth
could I pose as a mother with a grown-up daughter? Margaret is twenty-
one, and I have never admitted that I am more than twenty-nine, or thirty at
the most. Twenty-nine when there are pink shades, thirty when there are
not. So you see what difficulties it would involve. No, as far as I am
concerned, let your wife cherish the memory of this dead, stainless mother.
Why should I interfere with her illusions? I find it hard enough to keep my
own. I lost one illusion last night. I thought I had no heart. I find I have,
and a heart doesn’t suit me, Windermere. Somehow it doesn’t go with
modern dress. It makes one look old. [Takes up hand-mirror from table
and looks into it.] And it spoils one’s career at critical moments.
LORD WINDERMERE. You fill me with horror—with absolute horror.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising.] I suppose, Windermere, you would like me to
retire into a convent, or become a hospital nurse, or something of that kind,
as people do in silly modern novels. That is stupid of you, Arthur; in real
life we don’t do such things—not as long as we have any good looks left, at
any rate. No—what consoles one nowadays is not repentance, but
pleasure. Repentance is quite out of date. And besides, if a woman really
repents, she has to go to a bad dressmaker, otherwise no one believes in
her. And nothing in the world would induce me to do that. No; I am going
to pass entirely out of your two lives. My coming into them has been a
mistake—I discovered that last night.
LORD WINDERMERE. A fatal mistake.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Smiling.] Almost fatal.
LORD WINDERMERE. I am sorry now I did not tell my wife the whole thing at
once.
MRS. ERLYNNE. I regret my bad actions. You regret your good ones—that is
the difference between us.
LORD WINDERMERE. I don’t trust you. I will tell my wife. It’s better for her
to know, and from me. It will cause her infinite pain—it will humiliate her
terribly, but it’s right that she should know.
MRS. ERLYNNE. You propose to tell her?
LORD WINDERMERE. I am going to tell her.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Going up to him.] If you do, I will make my name so
infamous that it will mar every moment of her life. It will ruin her, and
make her wretched. If you dare to tell her, there is no depth of degradation
I will not sink to, no pit of shame I will not enter. You shall not tell her—I
forbid you.
LORD WINDERMERE. Why?
MRS. ERLYNNE. [After a pause.] If I said to you that I cared for her, perhaps
loved her even—you would sneer at me, wouldn’t you?
LORD WINDERMERE. I should feel it was not true. A mother’s love means
devotion, unselfishness, sacrifice. What could you know of such things?
MRS. ERLYNNE. You are right. What could I know of such things? Don’t let
us talk any more about it—as for telling my daughter who I am, that I do
not allow. It is my secret, it is not yours. If I make up my mind to tell her,
and I think I will, I shall tell her before I leave the house—if not, I shall
never tell her.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Angrily.] Then let me beg of you to leave our house at
once. I will make your excuses to Margaret.
[Enter LADY WINDERMERE R. She goes over to MRS. ERLYNNE with the
photograph in her hand. LORD WINDERMERE moves to back of sofa, and
anxiously watches MRS. ERLYNNE as the scene progresses.]
LADY WINDERMERE. I am so sorry, Mrs. Erlynne, to have kept you waiting.
I couldn’t find the photograph anywhere. At last I discovered it in my
husband’s dressing-room—he had stolen it.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Takes the photograph from her and looks at it.] I am not
surprised—it is charming. [Goes over to sofa with LADY WINDERMERE, and
sits down beside her. Looks again at the photograph.] And so that is your
little boy! What is he called?
LADY WINDERMERE. Gerard, after my dear father.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Laying the photograph down.] Really?
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. If it had been a girl, I would have called it after
my mother. My mother had the same name as myself, Margaret.
MRS. ERLYNNE. My name is Margaret too.
LADY WINDERMERE. Indeed!
MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes. [Pause.] You are devoted to your mother’s memory,
Lady Windermere, your husband tells me.
LADY WINDERMERE. We all have ideals in life. At least we all should have.
Mine is my mother.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They
wound, but they’re better.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Shaking her head.] If I lost my ideals, I should lose
everything.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Everything?
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. [Pause.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. Did your father often speak to you of your mother?
LADY WINDERMERE. No, it gave him too much pain. He told me how my
mother had died a few months after I was born. His eyes filled with tears as
he spoke. Then he begged me never to mention her name to him again. It
made him suffer even to hear it. My father—my father really died of a
broken heart. His was the most ruined life know.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Rising.] I am afraid I must go now, Lady Windermere.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Rising.] Oh no, don’t.
MRS. ERLYNNE. I think I had better. My carriage must have come back by
this time. I sent it to Lady Jedburgh’s with a note.
LADY WINDERMERE. Arthur, would you mind seeing if Mrs. Erlynne’s
carriage has come back?
MRS. ERLYNNE. Pray don’t trouble, Lord Windermere.
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, Arthur, do go, please.
[LORD WINDERMERE hesitated for a moment and looks at MRS. ERLYNNE. She
remains quite impassive. He leaves the room.]
[To MRS. ERLYNNE.] Oh! What am I to say to you? You saved me last
night? [Goes towards her.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. Hush—don’t speak of it.
LADY WINDERMERE. I must speak of it. I can’t let you think that I am going
to accept this sacrifice. I am not. It is too great. I am going to tell my
husband everything. It is my duty.
MRS. ERLYNNE. It is not your duty—at least you have duties to others
besides him. You say you owe me something?
LADY WINDERMERE. I owe you everything.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Then pay your debt by silence. That is the only way in
which it can be paid. Don’t spoil the one good thing I have done in my life
by telling it to any one. Promise me that what passed last night will remain
a secret between us. You must not bring misery into your husband’s life.
Why spoil his love? You must not spoil it. Love is easily killed. Oh! how
easily love is killed. Pledge me your word, Lady Windermere, that you will
never tell him. I insist upon it.
LADY WINDERMERE. [With bowed head.] It is your will, not mine.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes, it is my will. And never forget your child—I like to
think of you as a mother. I like you to think of yourself as one.
LADY WINDERMERE. [Looking up.] I always will now. Only once in my life
I have forgotten my own mother—that was last night. Oh, if I had
remembered her I should not have been so foolish, so wicked.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a slight shudder.] Hush, last night is quite over.
[Enter LORD WINDERMERE.]
LORD WINDERMERE. Your carriage has not come back yet, Mrs. Erlynne.
MRS. ERLYNNE. It makes no matter. I’ll take a hansom. There is nothing in
the world so respectable as a good Shrewsbury and Talbot. And now, dear
Lady Windermere, I am afraid it is really good-bye. [Moves up C.] Oh, I
remember. You’ll think me absurd, but do you know I’ve taken a great
fancy to this fan that I was silly enough to run away with last night from
your ball. Now, I wonder would you give it to me? Lord Windermere says
you may. I know it is his present.
LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, certainly, if it will give you any pleasure. But it
has my name on it. It has ‘Margaret’ on it.
MRS. ERLYNNE. But we have the same Christian name.
LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, I forgot. Of course, do have it. What a wonderful
chance our names being the same!
MRS. ERLYNNE. Quite wonderful. Thanks—it will always remind me of
you. [Shakes hands with her.]
[Enter PARKER.]
PARKER. Lord Augustus Lorton. Mrs. Erlynne’s carriage has come.
[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS.]
LORD AUGUSTUS. Good morning, dear boy. Good morning, Lady
Windermere. [Sees MRS. ERLYNNE.] Mrs. Erlynne!
MRS. ERLYNNE. How do you do, Lord Augustus? Are you quite well this
morning?
LORD AUGUSTUS. [Coldly.] Quite well, thank you, Mrs. Erlynne.
MRS. ERLYNNE. You don’t look at all well, Lord Augustus. You stop up too
late—it is so bad for you. You really should take more care of yourself.
Good-bye, Lord Windermere. [Goes towards door with a bow to LORD
AUGUSTUS. Suddenly smiles and looks back at him.] Lord Augustus! Won’t
you see me to my carriage? You might carry the fan.
LORD WINDERMERE. Allow me!
MRS. ERLYNNE. No; I want Lord Augustus. I have a special message for the
dear Duchess. Won’t you carry the fan, Lord Augustus?
LORD AUGUSTUS. If you really desire it, Mrs. Erlynne.
MRS. ERLYNNE. [Laughing.] Of course I do. You’ll carry it so gracefully.
You would carry off anything gracefully, dear Lord Augustus.
[When she reaches the door she looks back for a moment at LADY
WINDERMERE. Their eyes meet. Then she turns, and exit C. followed by
LORD AUGUSTUS.]
LADY WINDERMERE. You will never speak against Mrs. Erlynne again,
Arthur, will you?
LORD WINDERMERE. [Gravely.] She is better than one thought her.
LADY WINDERMERE. She is better than I am.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Smiling as he strokes her hair.] Child, you and she
belong to different worlds. Into your world evil has never entered.
LADY WINDERMERE. Don’t say that, Arthur. There is the same world for all
of us, and good and evil, sin and innocence, go through it hand in hand. To
shut one’s eyes to half of life that one may live securely is as though one
blinded oneself that one might walk with more safety in a land of pit and
precipice.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Moves down with her.] Darling, why do you say that?
LADY WINDERMERE. [Sits on sofa.] Because I, who had shut my eyes to life,
came to the brink. And one who had separated us—
LORD WINDERMERE. We were never separated.
LADY WINDERMERE. We never must be again. O Arthur, don’t love me less,
and I will trust you more. I will trust you absolutely. Let us go to Selby. In
the Rose Garden at Selby the roses are white and red.
[Enter LORD AUGUSTUS C.]
LORD AUGUSTUS. Arthur, she has explained everything!
[LADY WINDERMERE looks horribly frightened at this. LORD WINDERMERE
starts. LORD AUGUSTUS takes WINDERMERE by the arm and brings him to
front of stage. He talks rapidly and in a low voice. LADY WINDERMERE
stands watching them in terror.] My dear fellow, she has explained every
demmed thing. We all wronged her immensely. It was entirely for my sake
she went to Darlington’s rooms. Called first at the Club—fact is, wanted to
put me out of suspense—and being told I had gone on—followed—
naturally frightened when she heard a lot of us coming in—retired to
another room—I assure you, most gratifying to me, the whole thing. We all
behaved brutally to her. She is just the woman for me. Suits me down to
the ground. All the conditions she makes are that we live entirely out of
England. A very good thing too. Demmed clubs, demmed climate,
demmed cooks, demmed everything. Sick of it all!
LADY WINDERMERE. [Frightened.] Has Mrs. Erlynne—?
LORD AUGUSTUS. [Advancing towards her with a low bow.] Yes, Lady
Windermere— Mrs. Erlynne has done me the honour of accepting my
hand.
LORD WINDERMERE. Well, you are certainly marrying a very clever woman!
LADY WINDERMERE. [Taking her husband’s hand.] Ah, you’re marrying a
very good woman!
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