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·87· SCENE—The Picture Gallery at Hunstanton. Door at back leading on to terrace.

[Lord Illingworth and Gerald, R.C. Lord Illingworth lolling on a sofa. Gerald in a chair.]

lord illingworth

Thoroughly sensible woman, your mother, Gerald. I knew she would come round in the end.

gerald

My mother is awfully conscientious, Lord Illingworth, and I know she doesn’t think I am educated enough to be your secretary. She is perfectly right, too. I was fearfully idle when I was at school, and I couldn’t pass an examination now to save my life.

lord illingworth

My dear Gerald, examinations are of no value whatsoever. If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him.

·88· gerald

But I am so ignorant of the world, Lord Illingworth.

lord illingworth

Don’t be afraid, Gerald. Remember that you’ve got on your side the most wonderful thing in the world—youth! There is nothing like youth. The middle-aged are mortgaged to Life. The old are in Life’s lumber-room. But youth is the Lord of Life. Youth has a kingdom waiting for it. Every one is born a king, and most people die in exile, like most kings. To win back my youth, Gerald, there is nothing I wouldn’t do—except take exercise, get up early, or be a useful member of the community.

gerald

But you don’t call yourself old, Lord Illingworth?

lord illingworth

I am old enough to be your father, Gerald.

gerald

I don’t remember my father; he died years ago.

lord illingworth

So Lady Hunstanton told me.

gerald

It is very curious, my mother never talks to me ·89· about my father. I sometimes think she must have married beneath her.

lord illingworth

[Winces slightly.] Really? [Goes over and puts his hand on Gerald’s shoulder.] You have missed not having a father, I suppose, Gerald?

gerald

Oh, no; my mother has been so good to me. No one ever had such a mother as I have had.

lord illingworth

I am quite sure of that. Still I should imagine that most mothers don’t quite understand their sons. Don’t realise, I mean, that a son has ambitions, a desire to see life, to make himself a name. After all, Gerald, you couldn’t be expected to pass all your life in such a hole as Wrockley, could you?

gerald

Oh, no! It would be dreadful!

lord illingworth

A mother’s love is very touching, of course, but it is often curiously selfish. I mean, there is a good deal of selfishness in it.

gerald

[Slowly.] I suppose there is.

·90· lord illingworth

Your mother is a thoroughly good woman. But good women have such limited views of life, their horizon is so small, their interests are so petty, aren’t they?

gerald

They are awfully interested, certainly, in things we don’t care much about.

lord illingworth

I suppose your mother is very religious, and that sort of thing.

gerald

Oh, yes, she’s always going to church.

lord illingworth

Ah! she is not modern, and to be modern is the only thing worth being now-a-days. You want to be modern, don’t you, Gerald? You want to know life as it really is. Not to be put off with any old-fashioned theories about life. Well, what you have to do at present is simply to fit yourself for the best society. A man who can dominate a London dinner-table can dominate the world. The future belongs to the dandy. It is the exquisites who are going to rule.

gerald

I should like to wear nice things awfully, but ·91· I have always been told that a man should not think too much about his clothes.

lord illingworth

People now-a-days are so absolutely superficial that they don’t understand the philosophy of the superficial. By the way, Gerald, you should learn how to tie your tie better. Sentiment is all very well for the button-hole. But the essential thing for a necktie is style. A well-tied tie is the first serious step in life.

gerald

[Laughing.] I might be able to learn how to tie a tie, Lord Illingworth, but I should never be able to talk as you do. I don’t know how to talk.

lord illingworth

Oh! talk to every woman as if you loved her, and to every man as if he bored you, and at the end of your first season you will have the 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, now-a-days, one has either to feed people, amuse people, or shock people—that is all? [^E: all!]

·92· 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.

·93· 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?

·94· 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?

·95· lord illingworth

When one is in love one begins by deceiving one’s-self. And one ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. But a really grande passion is comparatively rare now-a-days. 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 now 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.

·96· 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.

·97· lady hunstanton

Ah! that is always a nice distraction, is 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 ·98· 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 now-a-days. 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 ·99· 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 hunstanton

Ah! the Music-room, of course. I thought it was the Yellow Drawing-room, my memory is getting so defective. [To the Archdeacon.] Mrs. Daubeny has a wonderful memory, hasn’t she?

the archdeacon

She used to be quite remarkable for her memory, but since her last attack she recalls chiefly the events of her early childhood. But she finds great pleasure in such retrospections, great pleasure.

[Enter Lady Stutfield and Mr. Kelvil.]

lady hunstanton

Ah! dear Lady Stutfield! and what has Mr. Kelvil been talking to you about?

lady stutfield

About Bimetallism, as well as I remember.

·100· lady hunstanton

Bimetallism! Is that quite a nice subject? However, I know people discuss everything very freely now-a-days. What did Sir John talk to you about, dear Mrs. Allonby?

mrs. allonby

About Patagonia.

lady hunstanton

Really? What a remote topic! But very improving, I have no doubt.

mrs. allonby

He has been most interesting on the subject of Patagonia. Savages seem to have quite the same views as cultured people on almost all subjects. They are excessively advanced.

lady hunstanton

What do they do?

mrs. allonby

Apparently everything.

lady hunstanton

Well, it is very gratifying, dear Archdeacon, is it not, to find that Human Nature is permanently one.—On the whole, the world is the same world, is it not?

lord illingworth

The world is simply divided into two classes—·101·those who believe the incredible, like the public—and those who do the improbable——

mrs. allonby

Like yourself?

lord illingworth

Yes; I am always astonishing myself. It is the only thing that makes life worth living.

lady stutfield

And what have you been doing lately that astonishes you?

lord illingworth

I have been discovering all kinds of beautiful qualities in my own nature.

mrs. allonby

Ah! don’t become quite perfect all at once. Do it gradually!

lord illingworth

I don’t intend to grow perfect at all. At least, I hope I sha’n’t. It would be most inconvenient. Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.

mrs. allonby

It is premature to ask us to forgive analysis. ·102· We forgive adoration; that is quite as much as should be expected from us.

[Enter Lord Alfred. He joins Lady Stutfield.]

lady hunstanton

Ah! we women should forgive everything, shouldn’t we, dear Mrs. Arbuthnot? I am sure you agree with me in that.

mrs. arbuthnot

I do not, Lady Hunstanton. I think there are many things women should never forgive.

lady hunstanton

What sort of things?

mrs. arbuthnot

The ruin of another woman’s life.

[Moves slowly away to back of stage.]

lady hunstanton

Ah! those things are very sad, no doubt, but I believe there are admirable homes where people of that kind are looked after and reformed, and I think on the whole that the secret of life is to take things very, very easily.

mrs. allonby

The secret of life is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming.

·103· lady stutfield

The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived.

kelvil

The secret of life is to resist temptation, Lady Stutfield.

lord illingworth

There is no secret of life. Life’s aim, if it has one, is simply to be always looking for temptations. There are not nearly enough. I sometimes pass a whole day without coming across a single one. It is quite dreadful. It makes one so nervous about the future.

lady hunstanton

[Shakes her fan at him.] I don’t know how it is, dear Lord Illingworth, but everything you have said to-day seems to me excessively immoral. It has been most interesting, listening to you.

lord illingworth

All thought is immoral. Its very essence is destruction. If you think of anything, you kill it. Nothing survives being thought of.

lady hunstanton

I don’t understand a word, Lord Illingworth. But I have no doubt it is all quite true. Personally, I have very little to reproach myself with, on the score of thinking. I don’t believe in women ·104· thinking too much. Women should think in moderation, as they should do all things in moderation.

lord illingworth

Moderation is a fatal thing, Lady Hunstanton. Nothing succeeds like excess.

lady hunstanton

I hope I shall remember that. It sounds an admirable maxim. But I’m beginning to forget everything. It’s a great misfortune.

lord illingworth

It is one of your most fascinating qualities, Lady Hunstanton. No woman should have a memory. Memory in a woman is the beginning of dowdiness. One can always tell from a woman’s bonnet whether she has got a memory or not.

lady hunstanton

How charming you are, dear Lord Illingworth. You always find out that one’s most glaring fault is one’s most important virtue. You have the most comforting views of life.

[Enter Farquhar.]

farquhar

Doctor Daubeny’s carriage!

lady hunstanton

My dear Archdeacon! It is only half-past ten.

·105· the archdeacon

[Rising.] I am afraid I must go, Lady Hunstanton. Tuesday is always one of Mrs. Daubeny’s bad nights.

lady hunstanton

[Rising.] Well, I won’t keep you from her. [Goes with him towards door.] I have told Farquhar to put a brace of partridge into the carriage. Mrs. Daubeny may fancy them.

the archdeacon

It is very kind of you, but Mrs. Daubeny never touches solids now. Lives entirely on jellies. But she is wonderfully cheerful, wonderfully cheerful. She has nothing to complain of.

[Exit with Lady Hunstanton.]

mrs. allonby

[Goes over to Lord Illingworth.] There is a beautiful moon to-night.

lord illingworth

Let us go and look at it. To look at anything that is inconstant is charming now-a-days.

mrs. allonby

You have your looking-glass.

lord illingworth

It is unkind. It merely shows me my wrinkles.

·106· mrs. allonby

Mine is better behaved. It never tells me the truth.

lord illingworth

Then it is in love with you.

[Exeunt Sir John, Lady Stutfield, Mr. Kelvil, and Lord Alfred.]

gerald

[to Lord Illingworth] May I come too?

lord illingworth

Do, my dear boy. [Moves towards door with Mrs. Allonby and Gerald.]

[Lady Caroline enters, looks rapidly round and goes out in opposite direction to that taken by Sir John and Lady Stutfield.]

mrs. arbuthnot

Gerald!

gerald

What, mother!

[Exit Lord Illingworth with Mrs. Allonby.]

mrs. arbuthnot

It is getting late. Let us go home.

gerald

My dear mother. Do let us wait a little longer. ·107· Lord Illingworth is so delightful, and, by the way, mother, I have a great surprise for you. We are starting for India at the end of this month.

mrs. arbuthnot

Let us go home.

gerald

If you really want to, of course, mother, but I must bid good-bye to Lord Illingworth first. I’ll be back in five minutes. [Exit.]

mrs. arbuthnot

Let him leave me if he chooses, but not with him—not with him! I couldn’t bear it. [Walks up and down.]

[Enter Hester.]

hester

What a lovely night it is, Mrs. Arbuthnot.

mrs. arbuthnot

Is it?

hester

Mrs. Arbuthnot, I wish you would let us be friends. You are so different from the other women here. When you came into the Drawing-room this evening, somehow you brought with you a sense of what is good and pure in life. I had ·108· been foolish. There are things that are right to say, but that may be said at the wrong time and to the wrong people.

mrs. arbuthnot

I heard what you said. I agree with it, Miss Worsley.

hester

I didn’t know you had heard it. But I knew you would agree with me. A woman who has sinned should be punished, shouldn’t she?

mrs. arbuthnot

Yes.

hester

She shouldn’t be allowed to come into the society of good men and women?

mrs. arbuthnot

She should not.

hester

And the man should be punished in the same way?

mrs. arbuthnot

In the same way. And the children, if there are children, in the same way also?

·109· hester

Yes, it is right that the sins of the parents should be visited on the children. It is a just law. It is God’s law.

mrs. arbuthnot

It is one of God’s terrible laws.

[Moves away to fireplace.]

hester

You are distressed about your son leaving you, Mrs. Arbuthnot?

mrs. arbuthnot

Yes.

hester

Do you like him going away with Lord Illingworth? Of course there is position, no doubt, and money, but position and money are not everything, are they?

mrs. arbuthnot

They are nothing; they bring misery.

hester

Then why do you let your son go with him?

mrs. arbuthnot

He wishes it himself.

·110· hester

But if you asked him he would stay, would he not?

mrs. arbuthnot

He has set his heart on going.

hester

He couldn’t refuse you anything. He loves you too much. Ask him to stay. Let me send him in to you. He is on the terrace at this moment with Lord Illingworth. I heard them laughing together as I passed through the Music-room.

mrs. arbuthnot

Don’t trouble, Miss Worsley, I can wait. It is of no consequence.

hester

No, I’ll tell him you want him. Do—do ask him to stay. [Exit Hester.]

mrs. arbuthnot

He won’t come—I know he won’t come.

[Enter Lady Caroline. She looks round anxiously. Enter Gerald.]

lady caroline

Mr. Arbuthnot, may I ask you is Sir John anywhere on the terrace?

·111· gerald

No, Lady Caroline, he is not on the terrace.

lady caroline

It is very curious. It is time for him to retire.

[Exit Lady Caroline.]

gerald

Dear mother, I am afraid I kept you waiting. I forgot all about it. I am so happy to-night, mother; I have never been so happy.

mrs. arbuthnot

At the prospect of going away?

gerald

Don’t put it like that, mother. Of course I am sorry to leave you. Why, you are the best mother in the whole world. But after all, as Lord Illingworth says, it is impossible to live in such a place as Wrockley. You don’t mind it. But I’m ambitious; I want something more than that. I want to have a career. I want to do something that will make you proud of me, and Lord Illingworth is going to help me. He is going to do everything for me.

mrs. arbuthnot

Gerald, don’t go away with Lord Illingworth. I implore you not to. Gerald, I beg you!

·112· gerald

Mother, how changeable you are! You don’t seem to know your own mind for a single moment. An hour and a half ago in the Drawing-room you agreed to the whole thing; now you turn round and make objections, and try to force me to give up my one chance in life. Yes, my one chance. You don’t suppose that men like Lord Illingworth are to be found every day, do you, mother? It is very strange that when I have had such a wonderful piece of good luck, the one person to put difficulties in my way should be my own mother. Besides, you know, mother, I love Hester Worsley. Who could help loving her? I love her more than I have ever told you, far more. And if I had a position, if I had prospects, I could—I could ask her to—Don’t you understand now, mother, what it means to me to be Lord Illingworth’s secretary? To start like that is to find a career ready for one—before one—waiting for one. If I were Lord Illingworth’s secretary I could ask Hester to be my wife. As a wretched bank clerk with a hundred a year it would be an impertinence.

mrs. arbuthnot

I fear you need have no hopes of Miss Worsley. I know her views on life. She has just told them to me. [A pause.]

gerald

Then I have my ambition left, at any rate. ·113· That is something—I am glad I have that! You have always tried to crush my ambition, mother—haven’t you? You have told me that the world is a wicked place, that success is not worth having, that society is shallow, and all that sort of thing—well, I don’t believe it, mother. I think the world must be delightful. I think society must be exquisite. I think success is a thing worth having. You have been wrong in all that you taught me, mother, quite wrong. Lord Illingworth is a successful man. He is a fashionable man. He is a man who lives in the world and for it. Well, I would give anything to be just like Lord Illingworth.

mrs. arbuthnot

I would sooner see you dead.

gerald

Mother, what is your objection to Lord Illingworth? Tell me—tell me right out. What is it?

mrs. arbuthnot

He is a bad man.

gerald

In what way bad? I don’t understand what you mean.

mrs. arbuthnot

I will tell you.

·114· gerald

I suppose you think him bad, because he doesn’t believe the same things as you do. Well, men are different from women, mother. It is natural that they should have different views.

mrs. arbuthnot

It is not what Lord Illingworth believes, or what he does not believe, that makes him bad. It is what he is.

gerald

Mother, is it something you know of him? Something you actually know?

mrs. arbuthnot

It is something I know.

gerald

Something you are quite sure of?

mrs. arbuthnot

Quite sure of.

gerald

How long have you known it?

mrs. arbuthnot

For twenty years.

gerald

Is it fair to go back twenty years in any ·115· man’s career? And what have you or I to do with Lord Illingworth’s early life? What business is it of ours?

mrs. arbuthnot

What this man has been, he is now, and will be always.

gerald

Mother, tell me what Lord Illingworth did? If he did anything shameful, I will not go away with him. Surely you know me well enough for that?

mrs. arbuthnot

Gerald, come near to me. Quite close to me, as you used to do when you were a little boy, when you were mother’s own boy. [Gerald sits down beside his mother. She runs her fingers through his hair, and strokes his hands.] Gerald, there was a girl once, she was very young, she was little over eighteen at the time. George Harford—that was Lord Illingworth’s name then—George Harford met her. She knew nothing about life. He—knew everything. He made this girl love him. He made her love him so much that she left her father’s house with him one morning. She loved him so much, and he had promised to marry her! He had solemnly promised to marry her, and she had believed him. She was very young, and—and ignorant of what life really is. But he put the marriage off from week to week, and month to month.—She trusted in ·116· him all the while. She loved him.—Before her child was born—for she had a child—she implored him for the child’s sake to marry her, that the child might have a name, that her sin might not be visited on the child, who was innocent. He refused. After the child was born she left him, taking the child away, and her life was ruined, and her soul ruined, and all that was sweet, and good, and pure in her ruined also. She suffered terribly—she suffers now. She will always suffer. For her there is no joy, no peace, no atonement. She is a woman who drags a chain like a guilty thing. She is a woman who wears a mask, like a thing that is a leper. The fire cannot purify her. The waters cannot quench her anguish. Nothing can heal her! no anodyne can give her sleep! no poppies forgetfulness! She is lost! She is a lost soul!—That is why I call Lord Illingworth a bad man. That is why I don’t want my boy to be with him.

gerald

My dear mother, it all sounds very tragic, of course. But I dare say the girl was just as much to blame as Lord Illingworth was.—After all, would a really nice girl, a girl with any nice feelings at all, go away from her home with a man to whom she was not married, and live with him as his wife? No nice girl would.

mrs. arbuthnot

[After a pause.] Gerald, I withdraw all my ·117· objections. You are at liberty to go away with Lord Illingworth, when and where you choose.

gerald

Dear mother, I knew you wouldn’t stand in my way. You are the best woman God ever made. And, as for Lord Illingworth, I don’t believe he is capable of anything infamous or base. I can’t believe it of him—I can’t.

hester

[Outside.] Let me go! Let me go!

[Enter Hester in terror, and rushes over to Gerald and flings herself in his arms.]

hester

Oh! save me—save me from him!

gerald

From whom?

hester

He has insulted me! Horribly insulted me! Save me!

gerald

Who? Who has dared——?

[Lord Illingworth enters at back of stage. Hester breaks from Gerald’s arms and points to him.]

·118· gerald [He is quite beside himself with rage and indignation.]

Lord Illingworth, you have insulted the purest thing on God’s earth, a thing as pure as my own mother. You have insulted the woman I love most in the world with my own mother. As there is a God in heaven, I will kill you!

mrs. arbuthnot

[Rushing across and catching hold of him.] No! no!

gerald

[Thrusting her back.] Don’t hold me, mother. Don’t hold me—I’ll kill him!

mrs. arbuthnot

Gerald!

gerald

Let me go, I say!

mrs. arbuthnot

Stop, Gerald, stop! He is your own father!

[Gerald clutches his mother’s hands and looks into her face. She sinks slowly on the ground in shame. Hester steals towards the door. Lord Illingworth frowns and bites his lip. After a time Gerald raises his mother up, puts his arm round her, and leads her from the room.]

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