The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde [book suggestions .TXT] 📗

Won’t you come in? Algernon Thank you. Might I have a buttonhole first? I never have any appetite unless I have a buttonhole first. Cecily A Marechal Niel? Picks up scissors. Algernon No, I’d sooner have a pink rose. Cecily Why? Cuts a flower. Algernon Because you are like a pink rose, Cousin Cecily. Cecily I don’t think it can be right for you to talk to me like that. Miss Prism never says such things to me. Algernon Then Miss Prism is a shortsighted old lady. Cecily puts the rose in his buttonhole. You are the prettiest girl I ever saw. Cecily Miss Prism says that all good looks are a snare. Algernon They are a snare that every sensible man would like to be caught in. Cecily Oh, I don’t think I would care to catch a sensible man. I shouldn’t know what to talk to him about. They pass into the house. Miss Prism and Dr. Chasuble return. Miss Prism You are too much alone, dear Dr. Chasuble. You should get married. A misanthrope I can understand⁠—a womanthrope, never! Chasuble With a scholar’s shudder. Believe me, I do not deserve so neologistic a phrase. The precept as well as the practice of the Primitive Church was distinctly against matrimony. Miss Prism Sententiously. That is obviously the reason why the Primitive Church has not lasted up to the present day. And you do not seem to realise, dear Doctor, that by persistently remaining single, a man converts himself into a permanent public temptation. Men should be more careful; this very celibacy leads weaker vessels astray. Chasuble But is a man not equally attractive when married? Miss Prism No married man is ever attractive except to his wife. Chasuble And often, I’ve been told, not even to her. Miss Prism That depends on the intellectual sympathies of the woman. Maturity can always be depended on. Ripeness can be trusted. Young women are green. Dr. Chasuble starts. I spoke horticulturally. My metaphor was drawn from fruits. But where is Cecily? Chasuble Perhaps she followed us to the schools. Enter Jack slowly from the back of the garden. He is dressed in the deepest mourning, with crape hatband and black gloves. Miss Prism Mr. Worthing! Chasuble Mr. Worthing? Miss Prism This is indeed a surprise. We did not look for you till Monday afternoon. Jack Shakes Miss Prism’s hand in a tragic manner. I have returned sooner than I expected. Dr. Chasuble, I hope you are well? Chasuble Dear Mr. Worthing, I trust this garb of woe does not betoken some terrible calamity? Jack My brother. Miss Prism More shameful debts and extravagance? Chasuble Still leading his life of pleasure? Jack Shaking his head. Dead! Chasuble Your brother Ernest dead? Jack Quite dead. Miss Prism What a lesson for him! I trust he will profit by it. Chasuble Mr. Worthing, I offer you my sincere condolence. You have at least the consolation of knowing that you were always the most generous and forgiving of brothers. Jack Poor Ernest! He had many faults, but it is a sad, sad blow. Chasuble Very sad indeed. Were you with him at the end? Jack No. He died abroad; in Paris, in fact. I had a telegram last night from the manager of the Grand Hotel. Chasuble Was the cause of death mentioned? Jack A severe chill, it seems. Miss Prism As a man sows, so shall he reap. Chasuble Raising his hand. Charity, dear Miss Prism, charity! None of us are perfect. I myself am peculiarly susceptible to draughts. Will the interment take place here? Jack No. He seems to have expressed a desire to be buried in Paris. Chasuble In Paris! Shakes his head. I fear that hardly points to any very serious state of mind at the last. You would no doubt wish me to make some slight allusion to this tragic domestic affliction next Sunday. Jack presses his hand convulsively. My sermon on the meaning of the manna in the wilderness can be adapted to almost any occasion, joyful, or, as in the present case, distressing. All sigh. I have preached it at harvest celebrations, christenings, confirmations, on days of humiliation and festal days. The last time I delivered it was in the Cathedral, as a charity sermon on behalf of the Society for the Prevention of Discontent among the Upper Orders. The Bishop, who was present, was much struck by some of the analogies I drew. Jack Ah! that reminds me, you mentioned christenings I think, Dr. Chasuble? I suppose you know how to christen all right? Dr. Chasuble looks astounded. I mean, of course, you are continually christening, aren’t you? Miss Prism It is, I regret to say, one of the Rector’s most constant duties in this parish. I have often spoken to the poorer classes on the subject. But they don’t seem to know what thrift is. Chasuble But is there any particular infant in whom you are interested, Mr. Worthing? Your brother was, I believe, unmarried, was he not? Jack Oh yes. Miss Prism Bitterly. People who live entirely for pleasure usually are. Jack But it is not for any child, dear Doctor. I am very fond of children. No! the fact is, I would like to be christened myself, this afternoon, if you have nothing better to do. Chasuble But surely, Mr. Worthing, you have been christened already? Jack I don’t remember anything about it. Chasuble But have you any grave doubts on the subject? Jack I certainly intend to have. Of course I don’t know if the thing would bother you in any way, or if you think I am a little too old now. Chasuble Not at all. The sprinkling, and, indeed, the immersion of adults is a perfectly canonical practice. Jack Immersion! Chasuble You need have no apprehensions. Sprinkling is all that is necessary, or indeed I think advisable. Our weather is so changeable. At what hour would you wish the ceremony performed? Jack Oh, I might trot round about five if that would suit you. Chasuble Perfectly, perfectly! In fact I have two similar ceremonies to perform at that time. A case of twins that occurred recently in one of the outlying cottages on your own estate.