The Life of Oscar Wilde - Frank Harris

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according to your views of life, why you should have remembered us at all. Your meeting us was a mere accident, a horrible accident. Forget it. Don’t come now, and rob me of … of all I have in the whole world. You are so rich in other things. Leave me the little vineyard of my life; leave me the walled-in garden and the well of water; the ewe-lamb God sent me, in pity or in wrath, oh! leave me that. George, don’t take Gerald from me.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Rachel, at the present moment you are not necessary to Gerald’s career; I am. There is nothing more to be said on the subject.

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. I will not let him go.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Here is Gerald. He has a right to decide for himself.

      [Enter GERALD.]

      GERALD. Well, dear mother, I hope you have settled it all with

       Lord Illingworth?

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. I have not, Gerald.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Your mother seems not to like your coming with me, for some reason.

      GERALD. Why, mother?

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. I thought you were quite happy here with me,

       Gerald. I didn’t know you were so anxious to leave me.

      GERALD. Mother, how can you talk like that? Of course I have been quite happy with you. But a man can’t stay always with his mother. No chap does. I want to make myself a position, to do something. I thought you would have been proud to see me Lord Illingworth’s secretary.

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. I do not think you would be suitable as a private secretary to Lord Illingworth. You have no qualifications.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. I don’t wish to seem to interfere for a moment, Mrs. Arbuthnot, but as far as your last objection is concerned, I surely am the best judge. And I can only tell you that your son has all the qualifications I had hoped for. He has more, in fact, than I had even thought of. Far more. [MRS. ARBUTHNOT remains silent.] Have you any other reason, Mrs. Arbuthnot, why you don’t wish your son to accept this post?

      GERALD. Have you, mother? Do answer.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. If you have, Mrs. Arbuthnot, pray, pray say it. We are quite by ourselves here. Whatever it is, I need not say I will not repeat it.

      GERALD. Mother?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. If you would like to be alone with your son, I will leave you. You may have some other reason you don’t wish me to hear.

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. I have no other reason.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Then, my dear boy, we may look on the thing as settled. Come, you and I will smoke a cigarette on the terrace together. And Mrs. Arbuthnot, pray let me tell you, that I think you have acted very, very wisely.

      [Exit with GERALD. MRS. ARBUTHNOT is left alone. She stands immobile with a look of unutterable sorrow on her face.]

      ACT DROP

      ACT THREE

       Table of Contents

      SCENE

      The Picture Gallery at Hunstanton. Door at back leading on to terrace.

      [LORD ILLINGWORTH and GERALD, R.C. LORD ILLINGWORTH lolling on a sofa. GERALD in a chair.]

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Thoroughly sensible woman, your mother, Gerald.

       I knew she would come round in the end.

      GERALD. My mother is awfully conscientious, Lord Illingworth, and

       I know she doesn’t think I am educated enough to be your secretary.

       She is perfectly right, too. I was fearfully idle when I was at

       school, and I couldn’t pass an examination now to save my life.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. My dear Gerald, examinations are of no value whatsoever. If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him.

      GERALD. But I am so ignorant of the world, Lord Illingworth.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Don’t be afraid, Gerald. Remember that you’ve got on your side the most wonderful thing in the world - youth! There is nothing like youth. The middle-aged are mortgaged to Life. The old are in life’s lumber-room. But youth is the Lord of Life. Youth has a kingdom waiting for it. Every one is born a king, and most people die in exile, like most kings. To win back my youth, Gerald, there is nothing I wouldn’t do - except take exercise, get up early, or be a useful member of the community.

      GERALD. But you don’t call yourself old, Lord Illingworth?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. I am old enough to be your father, Gerald.

      GERALD. I don’t remember my father; he died years ago.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. So Lady Hunstanton told me.

      GERALD. It is very curious, my mother never talks to me about my father. I sometimes think she must have married beneath her.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. [Winces slightly.] Really? [Goes over and puts his hand on GERALD’S shoulder.] You have missed not having a father, I suppose, Gerald?

      GERALD. Oh, no; my mother has been so good to me. No one ever had such a mother as I have had.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. I am quite sure of that. Still I should imagine that most mothers don’t quite understand their sons. Don’t realise, I mean, that a son has ambitions, a desire to see life, to make himself a name. After all, Gerald, you couldn’t be expected to pass all your life in such a hole as Wrockley, could you?

      GERALD. Oh, no! It would be dreadful!

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. A mother’s love is very touching, of course, but it is often curiously selfish. I mean, there is a good deal of selfishness in it.

      GERALD. [Slowly.] I suppose there is.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Your mother is a thoroughly good woman. But good women have such limited views of life, their horizon is so small, their interests are so petty, aren’t they?

      GERALD. They are awfully interested, certainly, in things we don’t care much about.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. I suppose your mother is very religious, and that sort of thing.

      GERALD. Oh, yes, she’s always going to church.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Ah! she is not modern, and to be modern is the only thing worth being nowadays. You want to be modern, don’t you, Gerald? You want to know life as it really is. Not to be put of with any old-fashioned theories about life. Well, what you have to do at present is simply to fit yourself for the best society. A man who can dominate a London dinner-table can dominate the world. The future belongs to the dandy. It is the exquisites who are going to rule.

      GERALD. I should like to wear nice things awfully, but I have always been told that a man should not think too much about his clothes.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. People nowadays are so absolutely superficial that they don’t understand the philosophy of the superficial. By the way, Gerald, you should learn how to tie your tie better. Sentiment is all very well for the buttonhole. But the essential thing for a necktie is style. A well-tied tie is the first serious step in life.

      GERALD. [Laughing.] I might be able to learn how to tie a tie, Lord Illingworth, but I should never be able to talk as you do. I don’t know how to talk.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Oh! talk to every woman as if you loved her, and to every man as if he bored you, and at the end of your first season you will have the reputation of possessing the most perfect social tact.

      GERALD. But it is very difficult to get into society isn’t it?

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