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French maid produces a really marvellous result in a very brief

space of time. I remember recommending one to young Lady Lancing,



and after three months her own husband did not know her.

JACK. And after six months nobody knew her.



LADY BRACKNELL. [Glares at JACK for a few moments. Then bends,

with a practised smile, to CECILY.] Kindly turn round, sweet



child. [CECILY turns completely round.] No, the side view is what

I want. [CECILY presents her profile.] Yes, quite as I expected.



There are distinct social possibilities in your profile. The two

weak points in our age are its want of principle and its want of



profile. The chin a little higher, dear. Style largely depends on

the way the chin is worn. They are worn very high, just at



present. Algernon!

ALGERNON. Yes, Aunt Augusta!



LADY BRACKNELL. There are distinct social possibilities in Miss

Cardew's profile.



ALGERNON. Cecily is the sweetest, dearest, prettiest girl in the

whole world. And I don't care twopence about social possibilities.



LADY BRACKNELL. Never speak disrespectfully of Society, Algernon.

Only people who can't get into it do that. [To CECILY.] Dear



child, of course you know that Algernon has nothing but his debts

to depend upon. But I do not approve of mercenary marriages. When



I married Lord Bracknell I had no fortune of any kind. But I never

dreamed for a moment of allowing that to stand in my way. Well, I



suppose I must give my consent.

ALGERNON. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.



LADY BRACKNELL. Cecily, you may kiss me!

CECILY. [Kisses her.] Thank you, Lady Bracknell.



LADY BRACKNELL. You may also address me as Aunt Augusta for the

future.



CECILY. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.

LADY BRACKNELL. The marriage, I think, had better take place quite



soon.

ALGERNON. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.



CECILY. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.

LADY BRACKNELL. To speak frankly, I am not in favour of long



engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each

other's character before marriage, which I think is never



advisable.

JACK. I beg your pardon for interrupting you, Lady Bracknell, but



this engagement is quite out of the question. I am Miss Cardew's

guardian, and she cannot marry without my consent until she comes



of age. That consent I absolutely decline to give.

LADY BRACKNELL. Upon what grounds may I ask? Algernon is an



extremely, I may almost say an ostentatiously, eligible young man.

He has nothing, but he looks everything. What more can one desire?



JACK. It pains me very much to have to speak frankly to you, Lady

Bracknell, about your nephew, but the fact is that I do not approve



at all of his moral character. I suspect him of being untruthful.

[ALGERNON and CECILY look at him in indignant amazement.]



LADY BRACKNELL. Untruthful! My nephew Algernon? Impossible! He

is an Oxonian.



JACK. I fear there can be no possible doubt about the matter.

This afternoon during my temporaryabsence in London on an



important question of romance, he obtained admission to my house by

means of the false pretence of being my brother. Under an assumed



name he drank, I've just been informed by my butler, an entire pint

bottle of my Perrier-Jouet, Brut, '89; wine I was specially



reserving for myself. Continuing his disgracefuldeception, he

succeeded in the course of the afternoon in alienating the



affections of my only ward. He subsequently stayed to tea, and

devoured every single muffin. And what makes his conduct all the



more heartless is, that he was perfectly well aware from the first

that I have no brother, that I never had a brother, and that I



don't intend to have a brother, not even of any kind. I distinctly

told him so myself yesterday afternoon.



LADY BRACKNELL. Ahem! Mr. Worthing, after careful consideration I

have decided entirely to overlook my nephew's conduct to you.



JACK. That is very generous of you, Lady Bracknell. My own

decision, however, is unalterable. I decline to give my consent.



LADY BRACKNELL. [To CECILY.] Come here, sweet child. [CECILY

goes over.] How old are you, dear?



CECILY. Well, I am really only eighteen, but I always admit to

twenty when I go to evening parties.



LADY BRACKNELL. You are perfectly right in making some slight




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