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 tonight, 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 anyone, 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?