Delphi Complete Works of Oscar Wilde (Illustrated) (70 page)

BOOK: Delphi Complete Works of Oscar Wilde (Illustrated)
6.78Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
 

Cecily.
[Severely.]
Cake or bread and butter?

 

Gwendolen.
[In a bored manner.]
Bread and butter, please. Cake is rarely seen at the best houses nowadays.

 

Cecily.
[Cuts a very large slice of cake, and puts it on the tray.]
Hand that to Miss Fairfax.

 

[
Merriman
does so, and goes out with footman.
Gwendolen
drinks the tea and makes a grimace. Puts down cup at once, reaches out her hand to the bread and butter, looks at it, and finds it is cake. Rises in indignation.]

 

Gwendolen.
You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake. I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew, you may go too far.

 

Cecily.
[Rising.]
To save my poor, innocent, trusting boy from the machinations of any other girl there are no lengths to which I would not go.

 

Gwendolen.
From the moment I saw you I distrusted you. I felt that you were false and deceitful. I am never deceived in such matters. My first impressions of people are invariably right.

 

Cecily.
It seems to me, Miss Fairfax, that I am trespassing on your valuable time. No doubt you have many other calls of a similar character to make in the neighbourhood.

 

[Enter
Jack
.]

 

Gwendolen.
[Catching sight of him.]
Ernest! My own Ernest!

 

Jack.
Gwendolen! Darling!
[Offers to kiss her.]

 

Gwendolen.
[Draws back.]
A moment! May I ask if you are engaged to be married to this young lady?
[Points to
Cecily
.]

 

Jack.
[Laughing.]
To dear little Cecily! Of course not! What could have put such an idea into your pretty little head?

 

Gwendolen.
Thank you. You may!
[Offers her cheek.]

 

Cecily.
[Very sweetly.]
I knew there must be some misunderstanding, Miss Fairfax. The gentleman whose arm is at present round your waist is my guardian, Mr. John Worthing.

 

Gwendolen.
I beg your pardon?

 

Cecily.
This is Uncle Jack.

 

Gwendolen.
[Receding.]
Jack! Oh!

 

[Enter
Algernon
.]

 

Cecily.
Here is Ernest.

 

Algernon.
[Goes straight over to
Cecily
without noticing any one else.]
My own love!
[Offers to kiss her.]

 

Cecily.
[Drawing back.]
A moment, Ernest! May I ask you — are you engaged to be married to this young lady?

 

Algernon.
[Looking round.]
To what young lady? Good heavens! Gwendolen!

 

Cecily.
Yes! to good heavens, Gwendolen, I mean to Gwendolen.

 

Algernon.
[Laughing.]
Of course not! What could have put such an idea into your pretty little head?

 

Cecily.
Thank you.
[Presenting her cheek to be kissed.]
You may.
[
Algernon
kisses her.]

 

Gwendolen.
I felt there was some slight error, Miss Cardew. The gentleman who is now embracing you is my cousin, Mr. Algernon Moncrieff.

 

Cecily.
[Breaking away from
Algernon
.]
Algernon Moncrieff! Oh!
[The two girls move towards each other and put their arms round each other’s waists as if for protection.]

 

Cecily.
Are you called Algernon?

 

Algernon.
I cannot deny it.

 

Cecily.
Oh!

 

Gwendolen.
Is your name really John?

 

Jack.
[Standing rather proudly.]
I could deny it if I liked. I could deny anything if I liked. But my name certainly is John. It has been John for years.

 

Cecily.
[To
Gwendolen
.]
A gross deception has been practised on both of us.

 

Gwendolen.
My poor wounded Cecily!

 

Cecily.
My sweet wronged Gwendolen!

 

Gwendolen.
[Slowly and seriously.]
You will call me sister, will you not?
[They embrace.
Jack
and
Algernon
groan and walk up and down.]

 

Cecily.
[Rather brightly.]
There is just one question I would like to be allowed to ask my guardian.

 

Gwendolen.
An admirable idea! Mr. Worthing, there is just one question I would like to be permitted to put to you. Where is your brother Ernest? We are both engaged to be married to your brother Ernest, so it is a matter of some importance to us to know where your brother Ernest is at present.

 

Jack.
[Slowly and hesitatingly.]
Gwendolen — Cecily — it is very painful for me to be forced to speak the truth. It is the first time in my life that I have ever been reduced to such a painful position, and I am really quite inexperienced in doing anything of the kind. However, I will tell you quite frankly that I have no brother Ernest. I have no brother at all. I never had a brother in my life, and I certainly have not the smallest intention of ever having one in the future.

 

Cecily.
[Surprised.]
No brother at all?

 

Jack.
[Cheerily.]
None!

 

Gwendolen.
[Severely.]
Had you never a brother of any kind?

 

Jack.
[Pleasantly.]
Never. Not even of an kind.

 

Gwendolen.
I am afraid it is quite clear, Cecily, that neither of us is engaged to be married to any one.

 

Cecily.
It is not a very pleasant position for a young girl suddenly to find herself in. Is it?

 

Gwendolen.
Let us go into the house. They will hardly venture to come after us there.

 

Cecily.
No, men are so cowardly, aren’t they?

 

[They retire into the house with scornful looks.]

 

Jack.
This ghastly state of things is what you call Bunburying, I suppose?

 

Algernon.
Yes, and a perfectly wonderful Bunbury it is. The most wonderful Bunbury I have ever had in my life.

 

Jack.
Well, you’ve no right whatsoever to Bunbury here.

 

Algernon.
That is absurd. One has a right to Bunbury anywhere one chooses. Every serious Bunburyist knows that.

 

Jack.
Serious Bunburyist! Good heavens!

 

Algernon.
Well, one must be serious about something, if one wants to have any amusement in life. I happen to be serious about Bunburying. What on earth you are serious about I haven’t got the remotest idea. About everything, I should fancy. You have such an absolutely trivial nature.

 

Jack.
Well, the only small satisfaction I have in the whole of this wretched business is that your friend Bunbury is quite exploded. You won’t be able to run down to the country quite so often as you used to do, dear Algy. And a very good thing too.

 

Algernon.
Your brother is a little off colour, isn’t he, dear Jack? You won’t be able to disappear to London quite so frequently as your wicked custom was. And not a bad thing either.

 

Jack.
As for your conduct towards Miss Cardew, I must say that your taking in a sweet, simple, innocent girl like that is quite inexcusable. To say nothing of the fact that she is my ward.

 

Algernon.
I can see no possible defence at all for your deceiving a brilliant, clever, thoroughly experienced young lady like Miss Fairfax. To say nothing of the fact that she is my cousin.

 

Jack.
I wanted to be engaged to Gwendolen, that is all. I love her.

 

Algernon.
Well, I simply wanted to be engaged to Cecily. I adore her.

 

Jack.
There is certainly no chance of your marrying Miss Cardew.

 

Algernon.
I don’t think there is much likelihood, Jack, of you and Miss Fairfax being united.

 

Jack.
Well, that is no business of yours.

 

Algernon.
If it was my business, I wouldn’t talk about it.
[Begins to eat muffins.]
It is very vulgar to talk about one’s business. Only people like stock-brokers do that, and then merely at dinner parties.

 

Jack.
How can you sit there, calmly eating muffins when we are in this horrible trouble, I can’t make out. You seem to me to be perfectly heartless.

 

Algernon.
Well, I can’t eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.

 

Jack.
I say it’s perfectly heartless your eating muffins at all, under the circumstances.

 

Algernon.
When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me. Indeed, when I am in really great trouble, as any one who knows me intimately will tell you, I refuse everything except food and drink. At the present moment I am eating muffins because I am unhappy. Besides, I am particularly fond of muffins.
[Rising.]

 

Jack.
[Rising.]
Well, that is no reason why you should eat them all in that greedy way.
[Takes muffins from
Algernon
.]

 

Algernon.
[Offering tea-cake.]
I wish you would have tea-cake instead. I don’t like tea-cake.

 

Jack.
Good heavens! I suppose a man may eat his own muffins in his own garden.

 

Algernon.
But you have just said it was perfectly heartless to eat muffins.

 

Jack.
I said it was perfectly heartless of you, under the circumstances. That is a very different thing.

 

Algernon.
That may be. But the muffins are the same.
[He seizes the muffin-dish from
Jack
.]

 

Jack.
Algy, I wish to goodness you would go.

 

Algernon.
You can’t possibly ask me to go without having some dinner. It’s absurd. I never go without my dinner. No one ever does, except vegetarians and people like that. Besides I have just made arrangements with Dr. Chasuble to be christened at a quarter to six under the name of Ernest.

 

Jack.
My dear fellow, the sooner you give up that nonsense the better. I made arrangements this morning with Dr. Chasuble to be christened myself at 5.30, and I naturally will take the name of Ernest. Gwendolen would wish it. We can’t both be christened Ernest. It’s absurd. Besides, I have a perfect right to be christened if I like. There is no evidence at all that I have ever been christened by anybody. I should think it extremely probable I never was, and so does Dr. Chasuble. It is entirely different in your case. You have been christened already.

 

Algernon.
Yes, but I have not been christened for years.

 

Jack.
Yes, but you have been christened. That is the important thing.

 

Algernon.
Quite so. So I know my constitution can stand it. If you are not quite sure about your ever having been christened, I must say I think it rather dangerous your venturing on it now. It might make you very unwell. You can hardly have forgotten that some one very closely connected with you was very nearly carried off this week in Paris by a severe chill.

Other books

Pray for Darkness by Locke, Virginia
The Son Avenger by Sigrid Undset
Ever Always by Diana Gardin
The Paris Architect: A Novel by Charles Belfoure
If Tomorrow Never Comes by Lowe, Elizabeth
Within the Walls of Hell by Taniform Martin Wanki