AGATHA (his secret admirer). Young enough?
ERNEST (encouragingly). Don’t you see? I’m not young enough to know everything.
AGATHA. I’m sure it’s awfully clever, but it’s so puzzling.
(Here CRICHTON ushers in an athletic, pleasant-faced young clergyman, MR. TREHERNE, who greets the company.)
CATHERINE. Ernest, say it to Mr. Treherne.
ERNEST. Look here, Treherne, I’m not young enough to know everything.
TREHERNE. How do you mean, Ernest?
ERNEST. (a little nettled). I mean what I say.
LADY MARY. Say it again; say it more slowly.
ERNEST. I’m—not—young—enough—to—know—everything.