Lord Caversham (sitting down) Glad to hear it. Can’t stand draughts. No draughts at home.

Lord Goring Good many breezes,° father.

Lord Caversham Eh? Eh? Don’t understand what you mean. Want to have a serious conversation with you, sir.

Lord Goring My dear father! At this hour?

Lord Caversham Well, sir, it is only ten o’clock. What is your objection to the hour? I think the hour is an admirable hour!

Lord Goring Well, the fact is, father, this is not my day for talking seriously. I am very sorry, but it is not my day.

Lord Caversham What do you mean, sir?

Lord Goring During the Season, father, I only talk seriously on the first Tuesday in every month, from four to seven.

Lord Caversham Well, make it Tuesday, sir, make it Tuesday.

Lord Goring But it is after seven, father, and my doctor says I must not have any serious conversation after seven. It makes me talk in my sleep.

Lord Caversham Talk in your sleep, sir? What does that matter? You are not married.

Lord Goring No, father, I am not married.

Lord Caversham Hum! That is what I have come to talk to you about, sir. You have got to get married, and at once. Why, when I was your age, sir, I had been an inconsolable widower for three months, and was already paying my addresses to your admirable mother. Damme, sir, it is your duty to get married.° You can’t be always living for pleasure. Every man of position is married nowadays. Bachelors are not fashionable any more. They are a damaged lot. Too much is known about them. You must get a wife, sir. Look where your friend Robert Chiltern has got to by probity, hard work, and a sensible marriage with a good woman. Why don’t you imitate him, sir? Why don’t you take him for your model?

Lord Goring I think I shall, father.

Lord Caversham I wish you would, sir. Then I should be happy. At present I make your mother’s life miserable on your account. You are heartless, sir, quite heartless.

Lord Goring I hope not, father.

Lord Caversham And it is high time for you to get married. You are thirty-four years of age, sir.

Lord Goring Yes, father, but I only admit to thirty-two—thirty-one and half when I have a really good buttonhole. This buttonhole is not… trivial enough.

Lord Caversham I tell you you are thirty-four, sir. And there is a draught in your room, besides, which makes your conduct worse. Why did you tell me there was no draught, sir? I feel a draught, sir,° I feel it distinctly.

Lord Goring So do I, father. It is a dreadful draught. I will come and see you tomorrow, father. We can talk over anything you like. Let me help you on with your cloak, father.