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lord goring

Because you haven’t mentioned the subject. Have you got it with you?

·152· mrs. cheveley

[ Sitting down .] Oh, no! A well-made dress has no pockets.

lord goring

What is your price for it?

mrs. cheveley

How absurdly English you are! The English think that a cheque-book can solve every problem in life. Why, my dear Arthur, I have very much more money than you have, and quite as much as Robert Chiltern has got hold of. Money is not what I want.

lord goring

What do you want then, Mrs. Cheveley?

mrs. cheveley

Why don’t you call me Laura?

lord goring

I don’t like the name.

mrs. cheveley

You used to adore it.

·153· lord goring

Yes: that’s why. [ Mrs. Cheveley motions to him to sit down beside her. He smiles, and does so .]

mrs. cheveley

Arthur, you loved me once.

lord goring

Yes.

mrs. cheveley

And you asked me to be your wife.

lord goring

That was the natural result of my loving you.

mrs. cheveley

And you threw me over because you saw, or said you saw, poor old Lord Mortlake trying to have a violent flirtation with me in the conservatory at Tenby.

lord goring

I am under the impression that my lawyer settled that matter with you on certain terms … dictated by yourself.

mrs. cheveley

At that time I was poor; you were rich.

·154· lord goring

Quite so. That is why you pretended to love me.

mrs. cheveley

[ Shrugging her shoulders .] Poor old Lord Mortlake, who had only two topics of conversation, his gout and his wife! I never could quite make out which of the two he was talking about. He used the most horrible language about them both. Well, you were silly, Arthur. Why, Lord Mortlake was never anything more to me than an amusement. One of those utterly tedious amusements one only finds at an English country house on an English country Sunday. I don’t think anyone at all morally responsible for what he or she does at an English country house.

lord goring

Yes. I know lots of people think that.

mrs. cheveley

I loved you, Arthur.

lord goring

My dear Mrs. Cheveley, you have always been far too clever to know anything about love.

mrs. cheveley

I did love you. And you loved me. You know you loved me; and love is a very wonderful thing. ·155· I suppose that when a man has once loved a woman, he will do anything for her, except continue to love her? [ Puts her hand on his .]

lord goring

[ Taking his hand away quietly .] Yes: except that.

mrs. cheveley

[ After a pause .] I am tired of living abroad. I want to come back to London. I want to have a charming house here. I want to have a salon. If one could only teach the English how to talk, and the Irish how to listen, society here would be quite civilized. Besides, I have arrived at the romantic stage. When I saw you last night at the Chilterns’, I knew you were the only person I had ever cared for, if I ever have cared for anybody, Arthur. And so, on the morning of the day you marry me, I will give you Robert Chiltern’s letter. That is my offer. I will give it to you now, if you promise to marry me.

lord goring

Now?

mrs. cheveley

[ Smiling .] To-morrow.

lord goring

Are you really serious?

·156· mrs. cheveley

Yes, quite serious.

lord goring

I should make you a very bad husband.

mrs. cheveley

I don’t mind bad husbands. I have had two. They amused me immensely.

lord goring

You mean that you amused yourself immensely, don’t you?

mrs. cheveley

What do you know about my married life?

lord goring

Nothing: but I can read it like a book.

mrs. cheveley

What book?

lord goring

[ Rising .] The Book of Numbers.

mrs. cheveley

Do you think it quite charming of you to be so rude to a woman in your own house?

·157· lord goring

In the case of very fascinating women, sex is a challenge, not a defence.

mrs. cheveley

I suppose that is meant for a compliment. My dear Arthur, women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the two sexes.

lord goring

Women are never disarmed by anything, as far as I know them.

mrs. cheveley

[ After a pause .] Then you are going to allow your greatest friend, Robert Chiltern, to be ruined, rather than marry some one who really has considerable attractions left. I thought you would have risen to some great height of self-sacrifice, Arthur. I think you should. And the rest of your life you could spend in contemplating your own perfections.

lord goring

Oh! I do that as it is. And self-sacrifice is a thing that should be put down by law. It is so demoralizing to the people for whom one sacrifices oneself. They always go to the bad.

·158· mrs. cheveley

As if anything could demoralize Robert Chiltern! You seem to forget that I know his real character.

lord goring

What you know about him is not his real character. It was an act of folly done in his youth, dishonourable, I admit, shameful, I admit, unworthy of him, I admit, and therefore … not his true character.

mrs. cheveley

How you men stand up for each other!

lord goring

How you women war against each other!

mrs. cheveley

[ Bitterly .] I only war against one woman, against Gertrude Chiltern. I hate her. I hate her now more than ever.

lord goring

Because you have brought a real tragedy into her life, I suppose.

mrs. cheveley

[ With a sneer .] Oh, there is only one real tragedy in a woman’s life. The fact that her past ·159· is always her lover, and her future invariably her husband.

lord goring

Lady Chiltern knows nothing of the kind of life to which you are alluding.

mrs. cheveley

A woman whose size in gloves is seven and three-quarters never knows much about anything. You know Gertrude has always worn seven and three-quarters? That is one of the reasons why there was never any moral sympathy between us…. Well, Arthur, I suppose this romantic interview may be regarded as at an end. You admit it was romantic, don’t you? For the privilege of being your wife I was ready to surrender a great prize, the climax of my diplomatic career. You decline. Very well. If Sir Robert doesn’t uphold my Argentine scheme, I expose him. Voilà tout .

lord goring

You mustn’t do that. It would be vile, horrible, infamous.

mrs. cheveley

[ Shrugging her shoulders .] Oh! don’t use big words. They mean so little. It is a commercial transaction. That is all. There is no good mixing up sentimentality in it. I offered to sell Robert Chiltern a certain thing. If he won’t pay me my ·160· price, he will have to pay the world a greater price. There is no more to be said. I must go. Good-bye. Won’t you shake hands?

lord goring

With you? No. Your transaction with Robert Chiltern may pass as a loathsome commercial transaction of a loathsome commercial age; but you seem to have forgotten that you who came here to-night to talk of love, you whose lips desecrated the word love, you to whom the thing is a book closely sealed, went this afternoon to the house of one of the most noble and gentle women in the world to degrade her husband in her eyes, to try and kill her love for him, to put poison in her heart, and bitterness in her life, to break her idol and, it may be, spoil her soul. That I cannot forgive you. That was horrible. For that there can be no forgiveness.

mrs. cheveley

Arthur, you are unjust to me. Believe me, you are quite unjust to me. I didn’t go to taunt Gertrude at all. I had no idea of doing anything of the kind when I entered. I called with Lady Markby simply to ask whether an ornament, a jewel, that I lost somewhere last night, had been found at the Chilterns’. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Lady Markby. She will tell you it is true. The scene that occurred happened after Lady Markby had left, and was really forced on me by Gertrude’s rudeness and sneers. I called, oh!—a little out of malice if you like—but really to ask if a diamond ·161· brooch of mine had been found. That was the origin of the whole thing.