MISS PRISM. [Quite crushed.] Victoria. The Brighton line.
[Sinks into a chair.]
JACK. I must
retire to my room for a moment. Gwendolen, wait here
for me.
GWENDOLEN. If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all
my life. [Exit JACK in great excitement.]
CHASUBLE. What do you think this means, Lady Bracknell?
LADY BRACKNELL. I dare not even
suspect, Dr. Chasuble. I need
hardly tell you that in families of high position strange
coincidences are not
supposed to occur. They are hardly considered
the thing.
[Noises heard
overhead as if some one was throwing trunks about.
Every one looks up.]
CECILY. Uncle Jack seems
strangely agitated.
CHASUBLE. Your
guardian has a very
emotional nature.
LADY BRACKNELL. This noise is
extremelyunpleasant. It sounds as
if he was having an
argument. I
dislikearguments of any kind.
They are always
vulgar, and often convincing.
CHASUBLE. [Looking up.] It has stopped now. [The noise is
redoubled.]
LADY BRACKNELL. I wish he would arrive at some conclusion.
GWENDOLEN. This
suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
[Enter JACK with a hand-bag of black leather in his hand.]
JACK. [Rushing over to MISS PRISM.] Is this the handbag, Miss
Prism? Examine it carefully before you speak. The happiness of
more than one life depends on your answer.
MISS PRISM. [Calmly.] It seems to be mine. Yes, here is the
injury it received through the upsetting of a Gower Street omnibus
in younger and happier days. Here is the stain on the lining
caused by the
explosion of a
temperancebeverage, an
incident that
occurred at Leamington. And here, on the lock, are my initials. I
had forgotten that in an
extravagant mood I had had them placed
there. The bag is
undoubtedly mine. I am
delighted to have it so
unexpectedly restored to me. It has been a great inconvenience
being without it all these years.
JACK. [In a
pathetic voice.] Miss Prism, more is restored to you
than this hand-bag. I was the baby you placed in it.
MISS PRISM. [Amazed.] You?
JACK. [Embracing her.] Yes . . . mother!
MISS PRISM. [Recoiling in
indignant astonishment.] Mr. Worthing!
I am unmarried
JACK. Unmarried! I do not deny that is a serious blow. But after
all, who has the right to cast a stone against one who has
suffered? Cannot
repentance wipe out an act of folly? Why should
there be one law for men, and another for women? Mother, I
forgiveyou. [Tries to
embrace her again.]
MISS PRISM. [Still more
indignant.] Mr. Worthing, there is some
error. [Pointing to LADY BRACKNELL.] There is the lady who can
tell you who you really are.
JACK. [After a pause.] Lady Bracknell, I hate to seem
inquisitive, but would you kindly inform me who I am?
LADY BRACKNELL. I am afraid that the news I have to give you will
not
altogether please you. You are the son of my poor sister, Mrs.
Moncrieff, and
consequently Algernon's elder brother.
JACK. Algy's elder brother! Then I have a brother after all. I
knew I had a brother! I always said I had a brother! Cecily, -
how could you have ever doubted that I had a brother? [Seizes hold
of ALGERNON.] Dr. Chasuble, my
unfortunate brother. Miss Prism,
my
unfortunate brother. Gwendolen, my
unfortunate brother. Algy,
you young
scoundrel, you will have to treat me with more respect in
the future. You have never behaved to me like a brother in all
your life.
ALGERNON. Well, not till to-day, old boy, I admit. I did my best,
however, though I was out of practice.
[Shakes hands.]
GWENDOLEN. [To JACK.] My own! But what own are you? What is
your Christian name, now that you have become some one else?
JACK. Good heavens! . . . I had quite forgotten that point. Your
decision on the subject of my name is irrevocable, I suppose?
GWENDOLEN. I never change, except in my affections.
CECILY. What a noble nature you have, Gwendolen!
JACK. Then the question had better be cleared up at once. Aunt
Augusta, a moment. At the time when Miss Prism left me in the
hand-bag, had I been christened already?