me, and my
ambition and my desire for power were at that time
boundless. Six weeks later certain private documents passed through
my hands.
LORD GORING. [Keeping his eyes
steadily fixed on the carpet.] State
documents?
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Yes. [LORD GORING sighs, then passes his hand
across his
forehead and looks up.]
LORD GORING. I had no idea that you, of all men in the world, could
have been so weak, Robert, as to yield to such a
temptation as Baron
Arnheim held out to you.
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Weak? Oh, I am sick of
hearing that phrase.
Sick of using it about others. Weak? Do you really think, Arthur,
that it is
weakness that yields to
temptation? I tell you that there
are terrible
temptations that it requires strength, strength and
courage, to yield to. To stake all one's life on a single moment, to
risk everything on one throw, whether the stake be power or pleasure,
I care not - there is no
weakness in that. There is a
horrible, a
terrible courage. I had that courage. I sat down the same afternoon
and wrote Baron Arnheim the letter this woman now holds. He made
three-quarters of a million over the transaction
LORD GORING. And you?
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I received from the Baron 110,000 pounds.
LORD GORING. You were worth more, Robert.
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. No; that money gave me exactly what I wanted,
power over others. I went into the House immediately. The Baron
advised me in
finance from time to time. Before five years I had
almost trebled my fortune. Since then everything that I have touched
has turned out a success. In all things connected with money I have
had a luck so
extraordinary that sometimes it has made me almost
afraid. I remember having read somewhere, in some strange book, that
when the gods wish to
punish us they answer our prayers.
LORD GORING. But tell me, Robert, did you never suffer any regret
for what you had done?
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. No. I felt that I had fought the century with
its own weapons, and won.
LORD GORING. [Sadly.] You thought you had won.
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I thought so. [After a long pause.] Arthur,
do you
despise me for what I have told you?
LORD GORING. [With deep feeling in his voice.] I am very sorry for
you, Robert, very sorry indeed.
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I don't say that I suffered any
remorse. I
didn't. Not
remorse in the ordinary, rather silly sense of the word.
But I have paid
conscience money many times. I had a wild hope that
I might
disarmdestiny. The sum Baron Arnheim gave me I have
distributed twice over in public charities since then.
LORD GORING. [Looking up.] In public charities? Dear me! what a
lot of harm you must have done, Robert!
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Oh, don't say that, Arthur; don't talk like
that!
LORD GORING. Never mind what I say, Robert! I am always
saying what
I shouldn't say. In fact, I usually say what I really think. A
great mistake nowadays. It makes one so
liable to be misunderstood.
As regards this
dreadful business, I will help you in
whatever way I
can. Of course you know that.
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Thank you, Arthur, thank you. But what is to
be done? What can be done?
LORD GORING. [Leaning back with his hands in his pockets.] Well,
the English can't stand a man who is always
saying he is in the
right, but they are very fond of a man who admits that he has been in
the wrong. It is one of the best things in them. However, in your
case, Robert, a
confession would not do. The money, if you will
allow me to say so, is . . .
awkward. Besides, if you did make a
clean breast of the whole affair, you would never be able to talk
morality again. And in England a man who can't talk
morality twice a
week to a large, popular, immoral
audience is quite over as a serious
politician. There would be nothing left for him as a profession
except Botany or the Church. A
confession would be of no use. It
would ruin you.
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. It would ruin me. Arthur, the only thing for
me to do now is to fight the thing out.
LORD GORING. [Rising from his chair.] I was
waiting for you to say
that, Robert. It is the only thing to do now. And you must begin by
telling your wife the whole story.
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. That I will not do.
LORD GORING. Robert, believe me, you are wrong.
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. I couldn't do it. It would kill her love for
me. And now about this woman, this Mrs. Cheveley. How can I defend