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Gwendolen, I must get christened at once — I mean we must get married at once. There is no time to be lost.

      Gwendolen. Married, Mr. Worthing?

      Jack. [Astounded.] Well … surely. You know that I love you, and you led me to believe, Miss Fairfax, that you were not absolutely indifferent to me.

      Gwendolen. I adore you. But you haven’t proposed to me yet. Nothing has been said at all about marriage. The subject has not even been touched on.

      Jack. Well … may I propose to you now?

      Gwendolen. I think it would be an admirable opportunity. And to spare you any possible disappointment, Mr. Worthing, I think it only fair to tell you quite frankly beforehand that I am fully determined to accept you.

      Jack. Gwendolen!

      Gwendolen. Yes, Mr. Worthing, what have you got to say to me?

      Jack. You know what I have got to say to you.

      Gwendolen. Yes, but you don’t say it.

      Jack. Gwendolen, will you marry me? [Goes on his knees.]

      Gwendolen. Of course I will, darling. How long you have been about it! I am afraid you have had very little experience in how to propose.

      Jack. My own one, I have never loved any one in the world but you.

      Gwendolen. Yes, but men often propose for practice. I know my brother Gerald does. All my girl-friends tell me so. What wonderfully blue eyes you have, Ernest! They are quite, quite, blue. I hope you will always look at me just like that, especially when there are other people present. [Enter Lady Bracknell.]

      Lady Bracknell. Mr. Worthing! Rise, sir, from this semi-recumbent posture. It is most indecorous.

      Gwendolen. Mamma! [He tries to rise; she restrains him.] I must beg you to retire. This is no place for you. Besides, Mr. Worthing has not quite finished yet.

      Lady Bracknell. Finished what, may I ask?

      Gwendolen. I am engaged to Mr. Worthing, mamma. [They rise together.]

      Lady Bracknell. Pardon me, you are not engaged to any one. When you do become engaged to some one, I, or your father, should his health permit him, will inform you of the fact. An engagement should come on a young girl as a surprise, pleasant or unpleasant, as the case may be. It is hardly a matter that she could be allowed to arrange for herself … And now I have a few questions to put to you, Mr. Worthing. While I am making these inquiries, you, Gwendolen, will wait for me below in the carriage.

      Gwendolen. [Reproachfully.] Mamma!

      Lady Bracknell. In the carriage, Gwendolen! [Gwendolen goes to the door. She and Jack blow kisses to each other behind Lady Bracknell’s back. Lady Bracknell looks vaguely about as if she could not understand what the noise was. Finally turns round.] Gwendolen, the carriage!

      Gwendolen. Yes, mamma. [Goes out, looking back at Jack.]

      Lady Bracknell. [Sitting down.] You can take a seat, Mr. Worthing.

      [Looks in her pocket for notebook and pencil.]

      Jack. Thank you, Lady Bracknell, I prefer standing.

      Lady Bracknell. [Pencil and notebook in hand.] I feel bound to tell you that you are not down on my list of eligible young men, although I have the same list as the dear Duchess of Bolton has. We work together, in fact. However, I am quite ready to enter your name, should your answers be what a really affectionate mother requires. Do you smoke?

      Jack. Well, yes, I must admit I smoke.

      Lady Bracknell. I am glad to hear it. A man should always have an occupation of some kind. There are far too many idle men in London as it is. How old are you?

      Jack. Twenty-nine.

      Lady Bracknell. A very good age to be married at. I have always been of opinion that a man who desires to get married should know either everything or nothing. Which do you know?

      Jack. [After some hesitation.] I know nothing, Lady Bracknell.

      Lady Bracknell. I am pleased to hear it. I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone. The whole theory of modern education is radically unsound. Fortunately in England, at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever. If it did, it would prove a serious danger to the upper classes, and probably lead to acts of violence in Grosvenor Square. What is your income?

      Jack. Between seven and eight thousand a year.

      Lady Bracknell. [Makes a note in her book.] In land, or in investments?

      Jack. In investments, chiefly.

      Lady Bracknell. That is satisfactory. What between the duties expected of one during one’s lifetime, and the duties exacted from one after one’s death, land has ceased to be either a profit or a pleasure. It gives one position, and prevents one from keeping it up. That’s all that can be said about land.

      Jack. I have a country house with some land, of course, attached to it, about fifteen hundred acres, I believe; but I don’t depend on that for my real income. In fact, as far as I can make out, the poachers are the only people who make anything out of it.

      Lady Bracknell. A country house! How many bedrooms? Well, that point can be cleared up afterwards. You have a town house, I hope? A girl with a simple, unspoiled nature, like Gwendolen, could hardly be expected to reside in the country.

      Jack. Well, I own a house in Belgrave Square, but it is let by the year to Lady Bloxham. Of course, I can get it back whenever I like, at six months’ notice.

      Lady Bracknell. Lady Bloxham? I don’t know her.

      Jack. Oh, she goes about very little. She is a lady considerably advanced in years.

      Lady Bracknell. Ah, nowadays that is no guarantee of respectability of character. What number in Belgrave Square?

      Jack. 149.

      Lady Bracknell. [Shaking her head.] The unfashionable side. I thought there was something. However, that could easily be altered.

      Jack. Do you mean the fashion, or the side?

      Lady Bracknell. [Sternly.] Both, if necessary, I presume. What are your politics?

      Jack. Well, I am afraid I really have none. I am a Liberal Unionist.

      Lady Bracknell. Oh, they count as Tories. They dine with us. Or come in the evening, at any rate. Now to minor matters. Are your parents living?

      Jack. I have lost both my parents.

      Lady Bracknell. To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness. Who was your father? He was evidently a man of some wealth. Was he born in what the Radical papers call the purple of commerce, or did he rise from the ranks of the aristocracy?

      Jack. I am afraid I really don’t know. The fact is, Lady Bracknell, I said I had lost my parents. It would be nearer the truth to say that my parents seem to have lost me … I don’t actually know who I am by birth. I was … well, I was found.

      Lady Bracknell. Found!

      Jack. The late Mr. Thomas Cardew, an old gentleman of a very charitable and kindly disposition, found me, and gave me the name of Worthing, because he happened to have a first-class ticket for Worthing in his pocket at the time. Worthing is a place in Sussex. It is a seaside resort.

      Lady Bracknell. Where did the charitable gentleman who had a first-class ticket for this seaside resort find you?

      Jack. [Gravely.] In a hand-bag.

      Lady Bracknell. A hand-bag?

      Jack. [Very seriously.] Yes, Lady Bracknell. I was in a hand-bag — a somewhat large, black leather hand-bag, with handles to it — an ordinary

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