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[With elaborate politeness.] Thank you. [Aside.] Detestable girl! But I require tea!

      Cecily. [Sweetly.] Sugar?

      Gwendolen. [Superciliously.] No, thank you. Sugar is not fashionable any more. [Cecily looks angrily at her, takes up the tongs and puts four lumps of sugar into the cup.]

      Cecily. [Severely.] Cake or bread and butter?

      Gwendolen. [In a bored manner.] Bread and butter, please. Cake is rarely seen at the best houses nowadays.

      Cecily. [Cuts a very large slice of cake, and puts it on the tray.] Hand that to Miss Fairfax.

      [Merriman does so, and goes out with footman. Gwendolen drinks the tea and makes a grimace. Puts down cup at once, reaches out her hand to the bread and butter, looks at it, and finds it is cake. Rises in indignation.]

      Gwendolen. You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake. I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew, you may go too far.

      Cecily. [Rising.] To save my poor, innocent, trusting boy from the machinations of any other girl there are no lengths to which I would not go.

      Gwendolen. From the moment I saw you I distrusted you. I felt that you were false and deceitful. I am never deceived in such matters. My first impressions of people are invariably right.

      Cecily. It seems to me, Miss Fairfax, that I am trespassing on your valuable time. No doubt you have many other calls of a similar character to make in the neighbourhood.

      [Enter Jack.]

      Gwendolen. [Catching sight of him.] Ernest! My own Ernest!

      Jack. Gwendolen! Darling! [Offers to kiss her.]

      Gwendolen. [Draws back.] A moment! May I ask if you are engaged to be married to this young lady? [Points to Cecily.]

      Jack. [Laughing.] To dear little Cecily! Of course not! What could have put such an idea into your pretty little head?

      Gwendolen. Thank you. You may! [Offers her cheek.]

      Cecily. [Very sweetly.] I knew there must be some misunderstanding, Miss Fairfax. The gentleman whose arm is at present round your waist is my guardian, Mr. John Worthing.

      Gwendolen. I beg your pardon?

      Cecily. This is Uncle Jack.

      Gwendolen. [Receding.] Jack! Oh!

      [Enter Algernon.]

      Cecily. Here is Ernest.

      Algernon. [Goes straight over to Cecily without noticing any one else.] My own love! [Offers to kiss her.]

      Cecily. [Drawing back.] A moment, Ernest! May I ask you — are you engaged to be married to this young lady?

      Algernon. [Looking round.] To what young lady? Good heavens! Gwendolen!

      Cecily. Yes! to good heavens, Gwendolen, I mean to Gwendolen.

      Algernon. [Laughing.] Of course not! What could have put such an idea into your pretty little head?

      Cecily. Thank you. [Presenting her cheek to be kissed.] You may. [Algernon kisses her.]

      Gwendolen. I felt there was some slight error, Miss Cardew. The gentleman who is now embracing you is my cousin, Mr. Algernon Moncrieff.

      Cecily. [Breaking away from Algernon.] Algernon Moncrieff! Oh! [The two girls move towards each other and put their arms round each other’s waists as if for protection.]

      Cecily. Are you called Algernon?

      Algernon. I cannot deny it.

      Cecily. Oh!

      Gwendolen. Is your name really John?

      Jack. [Standing rather proudly.] I could deny it if I liked. I could deny anything if I liked. But my name certainly is John. It has been John for years.

      Cecily. [To Gwendolen.] A gross deception has been practised on both of us.

      Gwendolen. My poor wounded Cecily!

      Cecily. My sweet wronged Gwendolen!

      Gwendolen. [Slowly and seriously.] You will call me sister, will you not? [They embrace. Jack and Algernon groan and walk up and down.]

      Cecily. [Rather brightly.] There is just one question I would like to be allowed to ask my guardian.

      Gwendolen. An admirable idea! Mr. Worthing, there is just one question I would like to be permitted to put to you. Where is your brother Ernest? We are both engaged to be married to your brother Ernest, so it is a matter of some importance to us to know where your brother Ernest is at present.

      Jack. [Slowly and hesitatingly.] Gwendolen — Cecily — it is very painful for me to be forced to speak the truth. It is the first time in my life that I have ever been reduced to such a painful position, and I am really quite inexperienced in doing anything of the kind. However, I will tell you quite frankly that I have no brother Ernest. I have no brother at all. I never had a brother in my life, and I certainly have not the smallest intention of ever having one in the future.

      Cecily. [Surprised.] No brother at all?

      Jack. [Cheerily.] None!

      Gwendolen. [Severely.] Had you never a brother of any kind?

      Jack. [Pleasantly.] Never. Not even of an kind.

      Gwendolen. I am afraid it is quite clear, Cecily, that neither of us is engaged to be married to any one.

      Cecily. It is not a very pleasant position for a young girl suddenly to find herself in. Is it?

      Gwendolen. Let us go into the house. They will hardly venture to come after us there.

      Cecily. No, men are so cowardly, aren’t they?

      [They retire into the house with scornful looks.]

      Jack. This ghastly state of things is what you call Bunburying, I suppose?

      Algernon. Yes, and a perfectly wonderful Bunbury it is. The most wonderful Bunbury I have ever had in my life.

      Jack. Well, you’ve no right whatsoever to Bunbury here.

      Algernon. That is absurd. One has a right to Bunbury anywhere one chooses. Every serious Bunburyist knows that.

      Jack. Serious Bunburyist! Good heavens!

      Algernon. Well, one must be serious about something, if one wants to have any amusement in life. I happen to be serious about Bunburying. What on earth you are serious about I haven’t got the remotest idea. About everything, I should fancy. You have such an absolutely trivial nature.

      Jack. Well, the only small satisfaction I have in the whole of this wretched business is that your friend Bunbury is quite exploded. You won’t be able to run down to the country quite so often as you used to do, dear Algy. And a very good thing too.

      Algernon. Your brother is a little off colour, isn’t he, dear Jack? You won’t be able to disappear to London quite so frequently as your wicked custom was. And not a bad thing either.

      Jack. As for your conduct towards Miss Cardew, I must say that your taking in a sweet, simple, innocent girl like that is quite inexcusable. To say nothing of the fact that she is my ward.

      Algernon. I can see no possible defence at all for your deceiving a brilliant, clever, thoroughly experienced young lady like Miss Fairfax. To say nothing of the fact that she is my cousin.

      Jack. I wanted to be engaged to Gwendolen, that is all. I love her.

      Algernon. Well, I simply wanted to be engaged to Cecily. I adore her.

      Jack. There is certainly no chance of your

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