Gwendolen._How_long_do_you_remain_in_town_Jack._Till_Monday._Gwendolen.'>Jack.
My own one!
Gwendolen.
How long do you remain in town?
Jack.
Till Monday.
Gwendolen.
Good! Algy, you may turn round now.
Lane._Lane._Yes,_sir._Algernon.'>Algernon.
Thanks, I’ve turned round already.
Gwendolen.
You may also ring the bell.
Jack.
You will let me see you to your carriage, my own darling?
Gwendolen.
Certainly.
Jack.
[To
Lane
, who now enters.] I will see Miss Fairfax out.
Lane.
Yes, sir. [
Jack
and
Gwendolen
go off.]
[
Lane
presents several letters on a salver to
Algernon
. It is to be surmised
that they
are bills, as
Algernon
, after looking at the envelopes, tears them
up.]
Algernon.
A glass of sherry, Lane.
Lane.
Yes, sir.
Algernon.
To-morrow, Lane, I’m going Bunburying.
Lane.
Yes, sir.
Algernon.
I shall probably not be back till Monday.
You can put up my dress
clothes, my smoking jacket, and all the Bunbury suits . . .
Lane.
Yes, sir. [Handing sherry.]
Algernon.
I hope to-morrow will be a fine day, Lane.
Lane.
It never is, sir.
Algernon.
Lane, you’re a perfect pessimist.
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