SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I have some letters to write, dear.
LADY CHILTERN. [_Going to him_.] You work too hard, Robert. You seem never to think of yourself, and you are looking so tired.
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. It is nothing, dear, nothing.
[_He kisses her and goes out_.]
LADY CHILTERN. [_To_ LORD GORING.] Do sit down. I am so glad you have called. I want to talk to you about ... well, not about bonnets, or the Woman"s Liberal a.s.sociation. You take far too much interest in the first subject, and not nearly enough in the second.
LORD GORING. You want to talk to me about Mrs. Cheveley?
LADY CHILTERN. Yes. You have guessed it. After you left last night I found out that what she had said was really true. Of course I made Robert write her a letter at once, withdrawing his promise.
LORD GORING. So he gave me to understand.
LADY CHILTERN. To have kept it would have been the first stain on a career that has been stainless always. Robert must be above reproach.
He is not like other men. He cannot afford to do what other men do.
[_She looks at_ LORD GORING, _who remains silent_.] Don"t you agree with me? You are Robert"s greatest friend. You are our greatest friend, Lord Goring. No one, except myself, knows Robert better than you do. He has no secrets from me, and I don"t think he has any from you.
LORD GORING. He certainly has no secrets from me. At least I don"t think so.
LADY CHILTERN. Then am I not right in my estimate of him? I know I am right. But speak to me frankly.
LORD GORING. [_Looking straight at her_.] Quite frankly?
LADY CHILTERN. Surely. You have nothing to conceal, have you?
LORD GORING. Nothing. But, my dear Lady Chiltern, I think, if you will allow me to say so, that in practical life-
LADY CHILTERN. [_Smiling_.] Of which you know so little, Lord Goring-
LORD GORING. Of which I know nothing by experience, though I know something by observation. I think that in practical life there is something about success, actual success, that is a little unscrupulous, something about ambition that is unscrupulous always. Once a man has set his heart and soul on getting to a certain point, if he has to climb the crag, he climbs the crag; if he has to walk in the mire-
LADY CHILTERN. Well?
LORD GORING. He walks in the mire. Of course I am only talking generally about life.
LADY CHILTERN. [_Gravely_.] I hope so. Why do you look at me so strangely, Lord Goring?
LORD GORING. Lady Chiltern, I have sometimes thought that ... perhaps you are a little hard in some of your views on life. I think that ...
often you don"t make sufficient allowances. In every nature there are elements of weakness, or worse than weakness. Supposing, for instance, that-that any public man, my father, or Lord Merton, or Robert, say, had, years ago, written some foolish letter to some one ...
LADY CHILTERN. What do you mean by a foolish letter?
LORD GORING. A letter gravely compromising one"s position. I am only putting an imaginary case.
LADY CHILTERN. Robert is as incapable of doing a foolish thing as he is of doing a wrong thing.
LORD GORING. [_After a long pause_.] n.o.body is incapable of doing a foolish thing. n.o.body is incapable of doing a wrong thing.
LADY CHILTERN. Are you a Pessimist? What will the other dandies say?
They will all have to go into mourning.
LORD GORING. [_Rising_.] No, Lady Chiltern, I am not a Pessimist.
Indeed I am not sure that I quite know what Pessimism really means. All I do know is that life cannot be understood without much charity, cannot be lived without much charity. It is love, and not German philosophy, that is the true explanation of this world, whatever may be the explanation of the next. And if you are ever in trouble, Lady Chiltern, trust me absolutely, and I will help you in every way I can. If you ever want me, come to me for my a.s.sistance, and you shall have it. Come at once to me.
LADY CHILTERN. [_Looking at him in surprise_.] Lord Goring, you are talking quite seriously. I don"t think I ever heard you talk seriously before.
LORD GORING. [_Laughing_.] You must excuse me, Lady Chiltern. It won"t occur again, if I can help it.
LADY CHILTERN. But I like you to be serious.
[_Enter_ MABEL CHILTERN, _in the most ravishing frock_.]
MABEL CHILTERN. Dear Gertrude, don"t say such a dreadful thing to Lord Goring. Seriousness would be very unbecoming to him. Good afternoon Lord Goring! Pray be as trivial as you can.
LORD GORING. I should like to, Miss Mabel, but I am afraid I am ... a little out of practice this morning; and besides, I have to be going now.
MABEL CHILTERN. Just when I have come in! What dreadful manners you have! I am sure you were very badly brought up.
LORD GORING. I was.
MABEL CHILTERN. I wish I had brought you up!
LORD GORING. I am so sorry you didn"t.
MABEL CHILTERN. It is too late now, I suppose?
LORD GORING. [_Smiling_.] I am not so sure.
MABEL CHILTERN. Will you ride to-morrow morning?
LORD GORING. Yes, at ten.
MABEL CHILTERN. Don"t forget.
LORD GORING. Of course I shan"t. By the way, Lady Chiltern, there is no list of your guests in _The Morning Post_ of to-day. It has apparently been crowded out by the County Council, or the Lambeth Conference, or something equally boring. Could you let me have a list? I have a particular reason for asking you.
LADY CHILTERN. I am sure Mr. Trafford will be able to give you one.
LORD GORING. Thanks, so much.
MABEL CHILTERN. Tommy is the most useful person in London.
LORD GORING [_Turning to her_.] And who is the most ornamental?
MABEL CHILTERN [_Triumphantly_.] I am.