The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde (romantic story to read txt) 📕

deeper fibres of my nature. Your Christian name has an irresistible fascination. The simplicity of your character makes you exquisitely incomprehensible to me. Your town address at the Albany I have. What is your address in the country? Jack The Manor House, Woolton, Hertfordshire. Algernon, who has been carefully listening, smiles to himself, and writes the address on his shirt-cuff. Then picks up the Railway Guide. Gwendolen There is a good postal service, I suppose? It may be necessary to do something desperate. That of course will require serious consideration. I will communicate with you daily. Jack My own one! Gwendolen How long do you remain in town? Jack Till Monday. Gwendolen Good! Algy, you may turn round now. Algernon Thanks, I’ve turned round already. Gwendolen You may also ring the bell. Jack You will let me see you to your carriage, my own darling? Gwendolen Certainly. Jack To Lane, who now enters. I will see Miss Fairfax out. Lane Yes, sir. Jack and Gwendolen go off. Lane presents several letters on a salver to Algernon. It is to be surmised that they are bills, as Algernon, after looking at the envelopes, tears them up. Algernon A glass of sherry, Lane. Lane Yes, sir. Algernon Tomorrow, Lane, I’m going Bunburying. Lane Yes, sir. Algernon I shall probably not be back till Monday. You can put up my dress clothes, my smoking jacket, and all the Bunbury suits⁠ ⁠… Lane Yes, sir. Handing sherry. Algernon I hope tomorrow will be a fine day, Lane. Lane It never is, sir. Algernon Lane, you’re a perfect pessimist. Lane I do my best to give satisfaction, sir. Enter Jack. Lane goes off. Jack There’s a sensible, intellectual girl! the only girl I ever cared for in my life. Algernon is laughing immoderately. What on earth are you so amused at? Algernon Oh, I’m a little anxious about poor Bunbury, that is all. Jack If you don’t take care, your friend Bunbury will get you into a serious scrape some day. Algernon I love scrapes. They are the only things that are never serious. Jack Oh, that’s nonsense, Algy. You never talk anything but nonsense. Algernon Nobody ever does. Jack looks indignantly at him, and leaves the room. Algernon lights a cigarette, reads his shirt-cuff, and smiles.

Act Drop

Act II

Scene: Garden at the Manor House. A flight of grey stone steps leads up to the house. The garden, an old-fashioned one, full of roses. Time of year, July. Basket chairs, and a table covered with books, are set under a large yew-tree.

Miss Prism discovered seated at the table. Cecily is at the back watering flowers. Miss Prism Calling. Cecily, Cecily! Surely such a utilitarian occupation as the watering of flowers is rather Moulton’s duty than yours? Especially at a moment when intellectual pleasures await you. Your German grammar is on the table. Pray open it at page fifteen. We will repeat yesterday’s lesson. Cecily Coming over very slowly. But I don’t like German. It isn’t at all a becoming language. I know perfectly well that I look quite plain after my German lesson. Miss Prism Child, you know how anxious your guardian is that you should improve yourself in every way. He laid particular stress on your German, as he was leaving for town yesterday. Indeed, he always lays stress on your German when he is leaving for town. Cecily Dear Uncle Jack is so very serious! Sometimes he is so serious that I think he cannot be quite well. Miss Prism Drawing herself up. Your guardian enjoys the best of health, and his gravity of demeanour is especially to be commended in one so comparatively young as he is. I know no one who has a higher sense of duty and responsibility. Cecily I suppose that is why he often looks a little bored when we three are together. Miss Prism Cecily! I am surprised at you. Mr. Worthing has many troubles in his life. Idle merriment and triviality would be out of place in his conversation. You must remember his constant anxiety about that unfortunate young man his brother. Cecily I wish Uncle Jack would allow that unfortunate young man, his brother, to come down here sometimes. We might have a good influence over him, Miss Prism. I am sure you certainly would. You know German, and geology, and things of that kind influence a man very much. Cecily begins to write in her diary. Miss Prism Shaking her head. I do not think that even I could produce any effect on a character that according to his own brother’s admission is irretrievably weak and vacillating. Indeed I am not sure that I would desire to reclaim him. I am not in favour of this modern mania for turning bad people into good people at a moment’s notice. As a man sows so let him reap. You must put away your diary, Cecily. I really don’t see why you should keep a diary at all. Cecily I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of my life. If I didn’t write them down, I should probably forget all about them. Miss Prism Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us. Cecily Yes, but it usually chronicles the things that have never happened, and couldn’t possibly have happened. I believe that Memory is responsible for nearly all the three-volume novels that Mudie sends us. Miss Prism Do not speak slightingly of the three-volume novel, Cecily. I wrote one myself in earlier days. Cecily Did you really, Miss Prism? How wonderfully clever you are! I hope it did not end happily? I don’t like novels that end happily. They depress me so much. Miss Prism The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means. Cecily I suppose so. But it seems very unfair. And was your novel ever published? Miss Prism Alas! no. The manuscript unfortunately was abandoned. Cecily starts. I use the word in the sense of lost or mislaid. To your work,