police, the perambulator
was discovered at midnight, standing by itself in a
remote corner of Bayswater. It contained the manuscript of a three-volume
novel of more than usually revolting sentimentality. [
Miss Prism
starts in
involuntary indignation.] But the baby was not there! [Every one looks
at
Miss Prism
.] Prism! Where is that baby? [A pause.]
Miss Prism.
Lady Bracknell, I admit with shame that I do not know. I only
wish I did. The plain facts of the case are these.
On the morning of the day
you mention, a day that is for ever branded on my memory, I prepared as
usual to take the baby out in its perambulator. I had also with me a
somewhat old, but capacious hand-bag in which
I had intended to place the
manuscript of a work of fiction that I had written during my few unoccupied
hours. In a moment of mental abstraction, for which I never can forgive
myself, I deposited the manuscript in the basinette, and
placed the baby in
the hand-bag.
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