Lane.
Miss Fairfax.
[Enter
Gwendolen
.
Lane
goes out.]
Algernon.
Gwendolen, upon my word!
Gwendolen.
Algy, kindly turn your back. I have something very particular to
say to Mr. Worthing.
Algernon.
Really, Gwendolen, I don’t think I can allow this at all.
Gwendolen.
Algy, you always adopt a strictly
immoral attitude towards
life. You are not quite old enough to do that. [
Algernon
retires to the
fireplace.]
Jack.
My own darling!
Gwendolen.
Ernest, we may never be married.
From the expression on
mamma’s face I fear we never shall. Few parents nowadays pay any regard
to what their children say to them. The old-fashioned respect for the young
is fast dying out. Whatever influence I ever had over mamma, I
lost at the
age of three. But although she may prevent us from becoming man and
wife, and I may marry some one else, and
marry often, nothing that she can
possibly do can alter my eternal devotion to you.
Jack.
Dear Gwendolen!
Gwendolen.
The story of your romantic origin, as related to me by mamma,
with
unpleasing comments, has naturally stirred the deeper fibres of my
nature. Your Christian name has an irresistible fascination.
The simplicity of
your character makes you exquisitely incomprehensible to me. Your town
address at the Albany I have. What is your address in the country?
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