An Ideal Husband, Oscar Wilde [free ebook reader TXT] 📗

MABEL CHILTERN. An ideal husband! Oh, I don’t think I should like

that. It sounds like something in the next world.

LORD CAVERSHAM. What do you want him to be then, dear?

MABEL CHILTERN. He can be what he chooses. All I want is to be . .

. to be … oh! a real wife to him.

LORD CAVERSHAM. Upon my word, there is a good deal of common sense

in that, Lady Chiltern.

[They all go out except SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. He sinks in a chair,

wrapt in thought. After a little time LADY CHILTERN returns to look

for him.]

LADY CHILTERN. [Leaning over the back of the chair.] Aren’t you

coming in, Robert?

SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. [Taking her hand.] Gertrude, is it love you

feel for me, or is it pity merely?

LADY CHILTERN. [Kisses him.] It is love, Robert. Love, and only

love. For both of us a new life is beginning.

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