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must help me in this matter.
    L ORD W INDERMERE . I am not called on to encourage Lord Augustus, I suppose?
    M RS . E RLYNNE . Oh, no! I do the encouraging. But you will make me a handsome settlement, Windermere, won’t you?
    L ORD W INDERMERE .
(Frowning.)
Is that what you want to talk to me about to-night?
    M RS . E RLYNNE . Yes.
    L ORD W INDERMERE .
(With a gesture of impatience.)
I will not talk of it here.
    M RS . E RLYNNE .
(Laughing.)
Then we will talk of it on the terrace. Even business should have a picturesque background. Should it not, Windermere? With a proper background women can do anything.
    L ORD W INDERMERE . Won’t to-morrow do as well?
    M RS . E RLYNNE . No; you see, to-morrow I am going to accept him. And I think it would be a good thing if I was able to tell him that I had—well, what shall I say?—£2000 a year left to me by a third cousin—or a second husband—or some distant relative of that kind. It would be an additional attraction, wouldn’t it? You have a delightful opportunity now of paying me a compliment, W INDERMERE . But you are not very clever at paying compliments. I am afraid Margaret doesn’t encourage you in that excellent habit. It’s a great mistake on her part. When men give up saying what is charming, they give up thinking what is charming. But seriously, what do you say to £2000? £2500, I think. In modern life margin is everything. Windermere, don’t you think the world an intensely amusing place? I do!
    (Exit on terrace with Lord Windermere. Music strikes up in ball-room.)
    L ADY W INDERMERE . To stay in this house any longer is impossible. To-night a man who loves me offered me his whole life. I refused it. It was foolish of me. I will offer him mine now. I will givehim mine. I will go to him!
(Puts on cloak and goes to the door, then turns back. Sits down at table and writes a letter, puts it into an envelope, and leaves it on table.)
Arthur has never understood me. When he reads this, he will. He may do as he chooses now with his life. I have done with mine as I think best, as I think right. It is he who has broken the bond of marriage—not I. I only break its bondage.
    (Exit.)
    (Parker enters L. and crosses towards the ball-room R. Enter Mrs. Erlynne.)
    M RS . E RLYNNE . Is Lady Windermere in the ball-room?
    P ARKER . Her ladyship has just gone out.
    M RS . E RLYNNE . Gone out? She’s not on the terrace?
    P ARKER . No, madam. Her ladyship has just gone out of the house.
    M RS . E RLYNNE .
(Starts, and looks at the servant with a puzzled expression in her face.)
Out of the house?
    P ARKER . Yes, madam—her ladyship told me she had left a letter for his lordship on the table.
    M RS . E RLYNNE . A letter for Lord Windermere?
    P ARKER . Yes, madam.
    M RS . E RLYNNE . Thank you.
    (Exit Parker. The music in the ball-room stops.)
Gone out of her house! A letter addressed to her husband!
(Goes over to bureau and looks at letter. Takes it up and lays it down again with a shudder of fear.)
No, no! It would be impossible! Life doesn’t repeat its tragedies like that! oh, why does this horrible fancy come across me? Why do I remember now the one moment of my life I most wish to forget? Does life repeat its tragedies?
(Tears letter open and reads it, then sinks down into a chair with a gesture of anguish.)
Oh, how terrible! The same words that twenty years ago I wrote to her father! and how bitterly I have been punished for it! No; my punishment, my real punishment is to-night, is now!
(Still seated R.)
    (Enter Lord Windermere L.U.E.)
    L ORD W INDERMERE . Have you said good-night to my wife?
(Comes C.)
    M RS . E RLYNNE .
(Crushing letter in her hand.)
Yes.
    L ORD W INDERMERE . Where is she?
    M RS . E RLYNNE . She is very tired. She has gone to bed. She said she had a headache.
    L ORD W INDERMERE . I must go to her. You’ll excuse me?
    M RS . E RLYNNE .
(Rising hurriedly.)
Oh, no! It’s nothing serious. She’s only very tired, that is all. Besides, there are people still in