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 note-book and pencil.]
Jack.
Thank you, Lady Bracknell, I prefer standing.
Lady Bracknell.
[Pencil and note-book 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?
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