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reputation of possessing the most perfect social tact.

      GERALD. But it is very difficult to get into society isn’t it?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. To get into the best society, nowadays, one has either to feed people, amuse people, or shock people - that is all!

      GERALD. I suppose society is wonderfully delightful!

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. To be in it is merely a bore. But to be out of it simply a tragedy. Society is a necessary thing. No man has any real success in this world unless he has got women to back him, and women rule society. If you have not got women on your side you are quite over. You might just as well be a barrister, or a stockbroker, or a journalist at once.

      GERALD. It is very difficult to understand women, is it not?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. You should never try to understand them. Women are pictures. Men are problems. If you want to know what a woman really means - which, by the way, is always a dangerous thing to do - look at her, don’t listen to her.

      GERALD. But women are awfully clever, aren’t they?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. One should always tell them so. But, to the philosopher, my dear Gerald, women represent the triumph of matter over mind - just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals.

      GERALD. How then can women have so much power as you say they have?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. The history of women is the history of the worst form of tyranny the world has ever known. The tyranny of the weak over the strong. It is the only tyranny that lasts.

      GERALD. But haven’t women got a refining influence?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Nothing refines but the intellect.

      GERALD. Still, there are many different kinds of women, aren’t there?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Only two kinds in society: the plain and the coloured.

      GERALD. But there are good women in society, aren’t there?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Far too many.

      GERALD. But do you think women shouldn’t be good?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. One should never tell them so, they’d all become good at once. Women are a fascinatingly wilful sex. Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.

      GERALD. You have never been married, Lord Illingworth, have you?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Men marry because they are tired; women because they are curious. Both are disappointed.

      GERALD. But don’t you think one can be happy when one is married?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. Perfectly happy. But the happiness of a married man, my dear Gerald, depends on the people he has not married.

      GERALD. But if one is in love?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry.

      GERALD. Love is a very wonderful thing, isn’t it?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. When one is in love one begins by deceiving oneself. And one ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. But a really GRANDE PASSION is comparatively rare nowadays. It is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. That is the one use of the idle classes in a country, and the only possible explanation of us Harfords.

      GERALD. Harfords, Lord Illingworth?

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. That is my family name. You should study the Peerage, Gerald. It is the one book a young man about town should know thoroughly, and it is the best thing in fiction the English have ever done. And now, Gerald, you are going into a perfectly new life with me, and I want you to know how to live. [MRS. ARBUTHNOT appears on terrace behind.] For the world has been made by fools that wise men should live in it!

      [Enter L.C. LADY HUNSTANTON and DR. DAUBENY.]

      LADY HUNSTANTON. Ah! here you are, dear Lord Illingworth. Well, I suppose you have been telling our young friend, Gerald, what his new duties are to be, and giving him a great deal of good advice over a pleasant cigarette.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. I have been giving him the best of advice, Lady

       Hunstanton, and the best of cigarettes.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. I am so sorry I was not here to listen to you, but I suppose I am too old now to learn. Except from you, dear Archdeacon, when you are in your nice pulpit. But then I always know what you are going to say, so I don’t feel alarmed. [Sees MRS. ARBUTHNOT.] Ah! dear Mrs. Arbuthnot, do come and join us. Come, dear. [Enter MRS. ARBUTHNOT.] Gerald has been having such a long talk with Lord Illingworth; I am sure you must feel very much flattered at the pleasant way in which everything has turned out for him. Let us sit down. [They sit down.] And how is your beautiful embroidery going on?

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. I am always at work, Lady Hunstanton.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. Mrs. Daubeny embroiders a little, too, doesn’t she?

      THE ARCHDEACON. She was very deft with her needle once, quite a Dorcas. But the gout has crippled her fingers a good deal. She has not touched the tambour frame for nine or ten years. But she has many other amusements. She is very much interested in her own health.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. Ah! that is always a nice distraction, in it not?

       Now, what are you talking about, Lord Illingworth? Do tell us.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. I was on the point of explaining to Gerald that the world has always laughed at its own tragedies, that being the only way in which it has been able to bear them. And that, consequently, whatever the world has treated seriously belongs to the comedy side of things.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. Now I am quite out of my depth. I usually am when Lord Illingworth says anything. And the Humane Society is most careless. They never rescue me. I am left to sink. I have a dim idea, dear Lord Illingworth, that you are always on the side of the sinners, and I know I always try to be on the side of the saints, but that is as far as I get. And after all, it may be merely the fancy of a drowning person.

      LORD ILLINGWORTH. The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. Ah! that quite does for me. I haven’t a word to say. You and I, dear Mrs. Arbuthnot, are behind the age. We can’t follow Lord Illingworth. Too much care was taken with our education, I am afraid. To have been well brought up is a great drawback nowadays. It shuts one out from so much.

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. I should be sorry to follow Lord Illingworth in any of his opinions.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. You are quite right, dear.

      [GERALD shrugs his shoulders and looks irritably over at his mother. Enter LADY CAROLINE.]

      LADY CAROLINE. Jane, have you seen John anywhere?

      LADY HUNSTANTON. You needn’t be anxious about him, dear. He is

       with Lady Stutfield; I saw them some time ago, in the Yellow

       Drawing-room. They seem quite happy together. You are not going,

       Caroline? Pray sit down.

      LADY CAROLINE. I think I had better look after John.

      [Exit LADY CAROLINE.]

      LADY HUNSTANTON. It doesn’t do to pay men so much attention. And Caroline has really nothing to be anxious about. Lady Stutfield is very sympathetic. She is just as sympathetic about one thing as she is about another. A beautiful nature.

      [Enter SIR JOHN and MRS. ALLONBY.]

      Ah! here is Sir John! And with Mrs. Allonby too! I suppose it was Mrs. Allonby I saw him with. Sir John, Caroline has been looking everywhere for you.

      MRS. ALLONBY. We have been waiting for her in the Music-room, dear

       Lady Hunstanton.

      LADY