An Ideal Husband. Wilde Oscar
de nanjac. May I have the honour of taking you down to supper, Comtesse?
lady basildon. [Coldly.] I never take supper, thank you, Vicomte. [The vicomte is about to retire. lady basildon, seeing this, rises at once and takes his arm.] But I will come down with you with pleasure.
vicomte de nanjac. I am so fond of eating! I am very English in all my tastes.
lady basildon. You look quite English, Vicomte, quite English.
[They pass out. mr. montford, a perfectly groomed young dandy, approaches mrs. marchmont.]
mr. montford. Like some supper, Mrs. Marchmont?
mrs. marchmont. [Languidly.] Thank you, Mr. Montford, I never touch supper. [Rises hastily and takes his arm.] But I will sit beside you, and watch you.
mr. montford. I don’t know that I like being watched when I am eating!
mrs. marchmont. Then I will watch some one else.
mr. montford. I don’t know that I should like that either.
mrs. marchmont. [Severely.] Pray, Mr. Montford, do not make these painful scenes of jealousy in public!
[They go downstairs with the other guests, passing sir robert chiltern and mrs. cheveley, who now enter.]
sir robert chiltern. And are you going to any of our country houses before you leave England, Mrs. Cheveley?
mrs. cheveley. Oh, no! I can’t stand your English house-parties. In England people actually try to be brilliant at breakfast. That is so dreadful of them! Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast. And then the family skeleton is always reading family prayers. My stay in England really depends on you, Sir Robert. [Sits down on the sofa.]
sir robert chiltern. [Taking a seat beside her.] Seriously?
mrs. cheveley. Quite seriously. I want to talk to you about a great political and financial scheme, about this Argentine Canal Company, in fact.
sir robert chiltern. What a tedious, practical subject for you to talk about, Mrs. Cheveley!
mrs. cheveley. Oh, I like tedious, practical subjects. What I don’t like are tedious, practical people. There is a wide difference. Besides, you are interested, I know, in International Canal schemes. You were Lord Radley’s secretary, weren’t you, when the Government bought the Suez Canal shares?
sir robert chiltern. Yes. But the Suez Canal was a very great and splendid undertaking. It gave us our direct route to India. It had imperial value. It was necessary that we should have control. This Argentine scheme is a commonplace Stock Exchange swindle.
mrs. cheveley. A speculation, Sir Robert! A brilliant, daring speculation.
sir robert chiltern. Believe me, Mrs. Cheveley, it is a swindle. Let us call things by their proper names. It makes matters simpler. We have all the information about it at the Foreign Office. In fact, I sent out a special Commission to inquire into the matter privately, and they report that the works are hardly begun, and as for the money already subscribed, no one seems to know what has become of it. The whole thing is a second Panama, and with not a quarter of the chance of success that miserable affair ever had. I hope you have not invested in it. I am sure you are far too clever to have done that.
mrs. cheveley. I have invested very largely in it.
sir robert chiltern. Who could have advised you to do such a foolish thing?
mrs. cheveley. Your old friend – and mine.
sir robert chiltern. Who?
mrs. cheveley. Baron Arnheim.
sir robert chiltern. [Frowning.] Ah! yes. I remember hearing, at the time of his death, that he had been mixed up in the whole affair.
mrs. cheveley. It was his last romance. His last but one, to do him justice.
sir robert chiltern. [Rising.] But you have not seen my Corots yet. They are in the music-room. Corots seem to go with music, don’t they? May I show them to you?
mrs. cheveley. [Shaking her head.] I am not in a mood to-night for silver twilights, or rose-pink dawns. I want to talk business. [Motions to him with her fan to sit down again beside her.]
sir robert chiltern. I fear I have no advice to give you, Mrs. Cheveley, except to interest yourself in something less dangerous. The success of the Canal depends, of course, on the attitude of England, and I am going to lay the report of the Commissioners before the House to-morrow night.
mrs. cheveley. That you must not do. In your own interests, Sir Robert, to say nothing of mine, you must not do that.
sir robert chiltern. [Looking at her in wonder.] In my own interests? My dear Mrs. Cheveley, what do you mean? [Sits down beside her.]
mrs. cheveley. Sir Robert, I will be quite frank with you. I want you to withdraw the report that you had intended to lay before the House, on the ground that you have reasons to believe that the Commissioners have been prejudiced or misinformed, or something. Then I want you to say a few words to the effect that the Government is going to reconsider the question, and that you have reason to believe that the Canal, if completed, will be of great international value. You know the sort of things ministers say in cases of this kind. A few ordinary platitudes will do. In modern life nothing produces such an effect as a good platitude. It makes the whole world kin. Will you do that for me?
sir robert chiltern. Mrs. Cheveley, you cannot be serious in making me such a proposition!
mrs. cheveley. I am quite serious.
sir robert chiltern. [Coldly.] Pray allow me to believe that you are not.
mrs. cheveley. [Speaking with great deliberation and emphasis.] Ah! but I am. And if you do what I ask you, I.. will pay you very handsomely!
sir robert chiltern. Pay me!
mrs. cheveley. Yes.
sir robert chiltern. I am afraid I don’t quite understand what you mean.
mrs. cheveley. [Leaning back on the sofa and looking at him.] How very disappointing! And I have come all the way from Vienna in order that you should thoroughly understand me.
sir robert chiltern. I fear I don’t.
mrs. cheveley. [In her most nonchalant manner.] My dear Sir Robert, you are a man of the world, and you have your price, I suppose. Everybody has nowadays. The drawback is that most people are so dreadfully expensive. I know I am. I hope you will be more reasonable in your terms.
sir robert chiltern. [Rises indignantly.] If you will allow me, I will call your carriage for you. You have lived so long abroad, Mrs. Cheveley, that you seem to be unable to realise that you are talking to an English gentleman.
mrs. cheveley. [Detains him by touching his arm with her fan, and keeping it there while she is talking.] I realise that I am talking to a man who laid the foundation of his fortune by selling to a Stock Exchange speculator a Cabinet secret.
sir robert chiltern. [Biting his lip.] What do you mean?
mrs. cheveley. [Rising and facing him.] I mean that I know the real origin of your wealth and your career, and I have got