Lady Windermere's Fan
Oscar Wilde
SECOND ACT Page 2
DUMBY. What a mystery you are!
LADY PLYMDALE. (Looking at him.) I wish YOU were!
DUMBY. I am--to myself. I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly; but I don't see any chance of it just at present.
(They pass into the ball-room, and LADY WINDERMERE and LORD DARLINGTON enter from the terrace.)
LADY WINDERMERE. Yes. Her coming here is monstrous, unbearable. I know now you meant to-day at tea-time. Why didn't you tell me right out? You should have!
LORD DARLINGTON. I couldn't! A man can't tell these things about another man! But if I had known he was going to make you ask her here to-night, I think I would have told you. That insult, at any rate, you would have been spared.
LADY WINDERMERE. I did not ask her. He insisted on her coming-- against my entreaties--against my commands. Oh! the house is tainted for me! I feel that every woman here sneers at me as she dances by with my husband. What have I done to deserve this? I gave him all my life. He took it--used it--spoiled it! I am degraded in my own eyes; and I lack courage--I am a coward! (Sits down on sofa.)
LORD DARLINGTON. If I know you at all, I know that you can't live with a man who treats you like this! What sort of life would you have with him? You would feel that he was lying to you every moment of the day. You would feel that the look in his eyes was false, his voice false, his touch false, his passion false. He would come to you when he was weary of others; you would have to comfort him. He would come to you when he was devoted to others; you would have to charm him. You would have to be to him the mask of his real life, the cloak to hide his secret.
LADY WINDERMERE. You are right--you are terribly right. But where am I to turn? You said you would be my friend, Lord Darlington.-- Tell me, what am I to do? Be my friend now.
LADY WINDERMERE. No, no! (Rises.)
LORD DARLINGTON. Yes, I love you! You are more to me than anything in the whole world. What does your husband give you? Nothing. Whatever is in him he gives to this wretched woman, whom he has thrust into your society, into your home, to shame you before every one. I offer you my life -
LADY WINDERMERE. Lord Darlington!
LORD DARLINGTON. My life--my whole life. Take it, and do with it what you will. . . . I love you--love you as I have never loved any living thing. From the moment I met you I loved you, loved you blindly, adoringly, madly! You did not know it then--you know it now! Leave this house to-night. I won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. They matter a great deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely--or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose! Oh, my love, choose.
LADY WINDERMERE. (Moving slowly away from him, and looking at him with startled eyes.) I have not the courage.
LORD DARLINGTON. (Following her.) Yes; you have the courage. There may be six months of pain, of disgrace even, but when you no longer bear his name, when you bear mine, all will be well. Margaret, my love, my wife that shall be some day--yes, my wife! You know it! are you now? This woman has the place that belongs by right to you. Oh! go--go out of this house, with head erect, with a smile upon your lips, with courage in your eyes. All London will know why you did it; and who will blame you? No one. If they do, what matter? Wrong? What is wrong? It's wrong for a man to abandon his wife for a shameless woman. It is wrong for a wife to remain with a man who so dishonours her. You said once you would make no compromise with things. Make none now. Be brave! Be yourself!
LADY WINDERMERE. I am afraid of being myself. Let me think! Let me wait! My husband may return to me. (Sits down on sofa.)
LADY WINDERMERE. Ah, give me time to think. I cannot answer you now. (Passes her hand nervously over her brow.)
LORD DARLINGTON. It must be now or not at all.
LORD DARLINGTON. You break my heart!
LADY WINDERMERE. Mine is already broken. (A pause.)
LORD DARLINGTON. To-morrow I leave England. This is the last time I shall ever look on you. You will never see me again. For one moment our lives met--our souls touched. They must never meet or touch again. Good-bye, Margaret. (Exit.)
LADY WINDERMERE. How alone I am in life! How terribly alone!
(The music stops. Enter the DUCHESS OF BERWICK and LORD PAISLEY laughing and talking. Other guests come on from ball-room.)
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Dear Margaret, I've just been having such a delightful chat with Mrs. Erlynne. I am so sorry for what I said to you this afternoon about her. Of course, she must be all right if YOU invite her. A most attractive woman, and has such sensible views on life. Told me she entirely disapproved of people marrying more than once, so I feel quite safe about poor Augustus. Can't imagine why people speak against her. It's those horrid nieces of mine--the Saville girls--they're always talking scandal. Still, I should go to Homburg, dear, I really should. She is just a little too attractive. But where is Agatha? Oh, there she is: (LADY AGATHA and MR. HOPPER enter from terrace L.U.E.) Mr. Hopper, I am very, very angry you. You have taken Agatha out on the terrace, and she is so delicate.
HOPPER. Awfully sorry, Duchess. We went out for a moment and then got chatting together.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. (C.) Ah, about dear Australia, I suppose?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Agatha, darling! (Beckons her over.)
LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma!
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. (Aside.) Did Mr. Hopper definitely -
LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. And what answer did you give him, dear child?
LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.
HOPPER. You don't mind my taking Agatha off to Australia, then, Duchess?
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. (Indignantly.) To Australia? Oh, don't mention that dreadful vulgar place.
HOPPER. But she said she'd like to come with me.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. (Severely.) Did you say that, Agatha?
LADY AGATHA. Yes, mamma.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. Agatha, you say the most silly things possible. I think on the whole that Grosvenor Square would be a more healthy place to reside in. There are lots of vulgar people live in Grosvenor Square, but at any rate there are no horrid kangaroos crawling about. But we'll talk about that to-morrow. James, you can take Agatha down. You'll come to lunch, of course, James. At half-past one, instead of two. The Duke will wish to say a few words to you, I am sure.
HOPPER. I should like to have a chat with the Duke, Duchess. He has not said a single word to me yet.
DUCHESS OF BERWICK. I think you'll find he will have a great deal to say to you to-morrow. (Exit LADY AGATHA with MR. HOPPER.) And now good-night, Margaret. I'm afraid it's the old, old story, dear. Love--well, not love at first sight, but love at the end of the season, which is so much more satisfactory.
LADY WINDERMERE. Good-night, Duchess.
(Exit the DUCHESS OF BERWICK on LORD PAISLEY'S arm.)
LADY PLYMDALE. My dear Margaret, what a handsome woman your husband has been dancing with! I should be quite jealous if I were you! Is she a great friend of yours?
LADY WINDERMERE. No!
DUMBY. Awful manners young Hopper has!
CECIL GRAHAM. Ah! Hopper is one of Nature's gentlemen, the worst type of gentleman I know.
DUMBY. Sensible woman, Lady Windermere. Lots of wives would have objected to Mrs. Erlynne coming. But Lady Windermere has that uncommon thing called common sense.
CECIL GRAHAM. And Windermere knows that nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion.
LADY JEDBURGH. Good night, Lady Windermere. What a fascinating woman Mrs. Erlynne is! She is coming to lunch on Thursday, won't you come too? I expect the Bishop and dear Lady Merton.
LADY WINDERMERE. I am afraid I am engaged, Lady Jedburgh.
LADY JEDBURGH. So sorry. Come, dear. (Exeunt LADY JEDBURGH and MISS GRAHAM.)
(Enter MRS. ERLYNNE and LORD WINDERMERE.)
MRS. ERLYNNE. Charming ball it has been! Quite reminds me of old days. (Sits on sofa.) And I see that there are just as many fools in society as there used to be. So pleased to find that nothing has altered! Except Margaret. She's grown quite pretty. The last time I saw her--twenty years ago, she was a fright in flannel. Positive fright, I assure you. The dear Duchess! and that sweet Lady Agatha! Just the type of girl I like! Well, really, Windermere, if I am to be the Duchess's sister-in-law
LORD WINDERMERE. (Sitting L. of her.) But are you--?
(Exit MR. CECIL GRAHAM with rest of guests. LADY WINDERMERE watches, with a look of scorn and pain, MRS. ERLYNNE and her husband. They are unconscious of her presence.)
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, yes! He's to call to-morrow at twelve o'clock! He wanted to propose to-night. In fact he did. He kept on proposing. Poor Augustus, you know how he repeats himself. Such a bad habit! But I told him I wouldn't give him an answer till to- morrow. Of course I am going to take him. And I dare say I'll make him an admirable wife, as wives go. And there is a great deal of good in Lord Augustus. Fortunately it is all on the surface. Just where good qualities should be. Of course you must help me in this matter.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, no! I do the encouraging. But you will make me a handsome settlement, Windermere, won't you?
LORD WINDERMERE. (Frowning.) Is that what you want to talk to me about to-night?
MRS ERLYNNE. Yes.
LORD WINDERMERE. (With a gesture of impatience.) I will not talk of it here.
MRS. ERLYNNE. (Laughing.) Then we will talk of it on the terrace. Even business should have a picturesque background. Should it not, Windermere? With a proper background women can do anything.
LORD WINDERMERE. Won't to-morrow do as well?
(Exit on terrace with LORD WINDERMERE. Music strikes up in ball- room.)
(Exit.)
(PARKER enters L. and crosses towards the ball-room R. Enter MRS. ERLYNNE.)
PARKER. Her ladyship has just gone out.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Gone out? She's not on the terrace?
PARKER. No, madam. Her ladyship has just gone out of the house.
MRS. ERLYNNE. (Starts, and looks at the servant with a puzzled expression in her face.) Out of the house?
PARKER. Yes, madam--her ladyship told me she had left a letter for his lordship on the table.
MRS. ERLYNNE. A letter for Lord Windermere?
PARKER. Yes, madam.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Thank you.
(Exit PARKER. The music in the ball-room stops.) Gone out of her house! A letter addressed to her husband! (Goes over to bureau and looks at letter. Takes it up and lays it down again with a shudder of fear.) No, no! It would be impossible! Life doesn't repeat its tragedies like that! Oh, why does this horrible fancy come across me? Why do I remember now the one moment of my life I most wish to forget? Does life repeat its tragedies? (Tears letter open and reads it, then sinks down into a chair with a gesture of anguish.) Oh, how terrible! The same words that twenty years ago I wrote to her father! and how bitterly I have been punished for it! No; my punishment, my real punishment is to- night, is now! (Still seated R.)
(Enter LORD WINDERMERE L.U.E.)
LORD WINDERMERE. Have you said good-night to my wife? (Comes C.)
MRS. ERLYNNE. (Crushing letter in her hand.) Yes.
LORD WINDERMERE. Where is she?
MRS. ERLYNNE. She is very tired. She has gone to bed. She said she had a headache.
LORD WINDERMERE. I must go to her. You'll excuse me?
MRS. ERLYNNE. (Rising hurriedly.) Oh, no! It's nothing serious. She's only very tired, that is all. Besides, there are people still in the supper-room. She wants you to make her apologies to them. She said she didn't wish to be disturbed. (Drops letter.) She asked me to tell you!
LORD WINDERMERE. (Picks up letter.) You have dropped something.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh yes, thank you, that is mine. (Puts out her hand to take it.)
LORD WINDERMERE. (Still looking at letter.) But it's my wife's handwriting, isn't it?
MRS. ERLYNNE. (Takes the letter quickly.) Yes, it's--an address. Will you ask them to call my carriage, please?
LORD WINDERMERE. Certainly.
(Goes L. and Exit.)
(Enter LORD AUGUSTUS R.U.E. carrying bouquet.)
LORD AUGUSTUS. Dear lady, I am in such suspense! May I not have an answer to my request?
MRS. ERLYNNE. Lord Augustus, listen to me. You are to take Lord Windermere down to your club at once, and keep him there as long as possible. You understand?
LORD AUGUSTUS. But you said you wished me to keep early hours!
LORD AUGUSTUS. And my reward?
MRS. ERLYNNE. Your reward? Your reward? Oh! ask me that to- morrow. But don't let Windermere out of your sight to-night. If you do I will never forgive you. I will never speak to you again. I'll have nothing to do with you. Remember you are to keep Windermere at your club, and don't let him come back to-night.
(Exit L.)
LORD AUGUSTUS. Well, really, I might be her husband already. Positively I might. (Follows her in a bewildered manner.)
ACT DROP.