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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!

CURTAIN

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