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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 tonight 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 tonight, 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 tomorrow. 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 tomorrow.

      [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

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