The Importance of Being Earnest

Jack.
[Who has been listening attentively.] But where did you deposit the 
hand-bag? 
Miss Prism.
Do not ask me, Mr. Worthing. 
Jack.
Miss Prism, this is a matter of no small importance to me. I insist on 
knowing where you deposited the hand-bag that contained that infant. 
Jack._What_railway_station_Miss_Prism.'>Miss Prism.
I left it in the cloak-room of one of the larger railway stations in 
London. 
Jack.
What railway station? 
Miss Prism.
[Quite crushed.] Victoria. The Brighton line. [Sinks into a 
chair.] 
Jack.
I must retire to my room for a moment. Gwendolen, wait here for me. 
Gwendolen.
If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my 
life. [Exit 
Jack
in great excitement.] 
Chasuble.
What do you think this means, Lady Bracknell? 
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Lady Bracknell.
I dare not even suspect, Dr. Chasuble. I need hardly tell you 
that in families of high position strange coincidences are not supposed to 
occur. They are hardly considered the thing. 
[Noises heard overhead as if some one was throwing trunks about. Every 
one looks up.] 
Cecily.
Uncle Jack seems strangely agitated. 
Chasuble.
Your guardian has a very emotional nature. 
Lady Bracknell.
This noise is extremely unpleasant. It sounds as if he was 
having an argument. I dislike arguments of any kind. They are always 
vulgar, and often convincing. 
Chasuble.
[Looking up.] It has stopped now. [The noise is redoubled.] 
Lady Bracknell.
I wish he would arrive at some conclusion. 
Gwendolen.
This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last. [Enter 
Jack
with a 
hand-bag of black leather in his hand.]