Jack.
But my dear Lady Bracknell, the matter is entirely in your own
hands. The moment you consent to
my marriage with Gwendolen, I will
most gladly allow your nephew to form an alliance with my ward.
Lady Bracknell.
[Rising and drawing herself up.] You must be quite aware
that what you propose is out of the question.
Jack.
Then a passionate celibacy is all that any of us can look forward to.
Lady Bracknell.
That is not the destiny I propose for Gwendolen. Algernon,
of course, can choose for himself. [Pulls out her watch.] Come, dear,
[
Gwendolen
rises] we
have already missed five, if not six, trains. To miss any
more might expose us to comment on the platform.
[Enter Dr.
Chasuble.]
Chasuble.
Everything is quite ready for the christenings.
Lady Bracknell.
The christenings, sir! Is not that somewhat premature?
Chasuble.
[Looking rather puzzled, and pointing
to
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