An Ideal Husband, Oscar Wilde [popular e readers txt] 📗

sad indeed! And they are not an old family. Can’t understand it. Lord Goring It is not idiocy, father, I assure you. Lord Caversham What is it then, sir? Lord Goring After some hesitation. Well, it is what is called nowadays a high moral tone, father. That is all. Lord Caversham Hate these newfangled names. Same thing as we used to call idiocy fifty years ago. Shan’t stay in this house any longer. Lord Goring Taking his arm. Oh! just go in here for a moment, father. Third palm tree to the left, the usual palm tree. Lord Caversham What, sir? Lord Goring I beg your pardon, father, I forgot. The conservatory, father, the conservatory⁠—there is someone there I want you to talk to. Lord Caversham What about, sir? Lord Goring About me, father, Lord Caversham Grimly. Not a subject on which much eloquence is possible. Lord Goring No, father; but the lady is like me. She doesn’t care much for eloquence in others. She thinks it a little loud. Lord Caversham goes out into the conservatory. Lady Chiltern enters. Lord Goring Lady Chiltern, why are you playing Mrs. Cheveley’s cards? Lady Chiltern Startled. I don’t understand you. Lord Goring Mrs. Cheveley made an attempt to ruin your husband. Either to drive him from public life, or to make him adopt a dishonourable position. From the latter tragedy you saved him. The former you are now thrusting on him. Why should you do him the wrong Mrs. Cheveley tried to do and failed? Lady Chiltern Lord Goring? Lord Goring Pulling himself together for a great effort, and showing the philosopher that underlies the dandy. Lady Chiltern, allow me. You wrote me a letter last night in which you said you trusted me and wanted my help. Now is the moment when you really want my help, now is the time when you have got to trust me, to trust in my counsel and judgment. You love Robert. Do you want to kill his love for you? What sort of existence will he have if you rob him of the fruits of his ambition, if you take him from the splendour of a great political career, if you close the doors of public life against him, if you condemn him to sterile failure, he who was made for triumph and success? Women are not meant to judge us, but to forgive us when we need forgiveness. Pardon, not punishment, is their mission. Why should you scourge him with rods for a sin done in his youth, before he knew you, before he knew himself? A man’s life is of more value than a woman’s. It has larger issues, wider scope, greater ambitions. A woman’s life revolves in curves of emotions. It is upon lines of intellect that a man’s life progresses. Don’t make any terrible mistake, Lady Chiltern. A woman who can keep a man’s love, and love him in return, has done all the world wants of women, or should want of them. Lady Chiltern Troubled and hesitating. But it is my husband himself who wishes to retire from public life. He feels it is his duty. It was he who first said so. Lord Goring Rather than lose your love, Robert would do anything, wreck his whole career, as he is on the brink of doing now. He is making for you a terrible sacrifice. Take my advice, Lady Chiltern, and do not accept a sacrifice so great. If you do, you will live to repent it bitterly. We men and women are not made to accept such sacrifices from each other. We are not worthy of them. Besides, Robert has been punished enough. Lady Chiltern We have both been punished. I set him up too high. Lord Goring With deep feeling in his voice. Do not for that reason set him down now too low. If he has fallen from his altar, do not thrust him into the mire. Failure to Robert would be the very mire of shame. Power is his passion. He would lose everything, even his power to feel love. Your husband’s life is at this moment in your hands, your husband’s love is in your hands. Don’t mar both for him. Enter Sir Robert Chiltern. Sir Robert Chiltern Gertrude, here is the draft of my letter. Shall I read it to you? Lady Chiltern Let me see it. Sir Robert hands her the letter. She reads it, and then, with a gesture of passion, tears it up. Sir Robert Chiltern What are you doing? Lady Chiltern A man’s life is of more value than a woman’s. It has larger issues, wider scope, greater ambitions. Our lives revolve in curves of emotions. It is upon lines of intellect that a man’s life progresses. I have just learnt this, and much else with it, from Lord Goring. And I will not spoil your life for you, nor see you spoil it as a sacrifice to me, a useless sacrifice! Sir Robert Chiltern Gertrude! Gertrude! Lady Chiltern You can forget. Men easily forget. And I forgive. That is how women help the world. I see that now. Sir Robert Chiltern Deeply overcome by emotion, embraces her. My wife! my wife! To Lord Goring. Arthur, it seems that I am always to be in your debt. Lord Goring Oh dear no, Robert. Your debt is to Lady Chiltern, not to me! Sir Robert Chiltern I owe you much. And now tell me what you were going to ask me just now as Lord Caversham came in. Lord Goring Robert, you are your sister’s guardian, and I want your consent to my marriage with her. That is all. Lady Chiltern Oh, I am so glad! I am so glad! Shakes hands with Lord Goring. Lord Goring Thank you, Lady Chiltern. Sir Robert Chiltern With a troubled look. My sister to be your wife? Lord Goring Yes. Sir Robert Chiltern Speaking with great firmness. Arthur, I am very sorry, but the thing is quite out of the question. I have to think of Mabel’s future happiness. And I don’t think