TREHERNE. I see. What you really mean, my boy, is that you are not old enough to know everything.
ERNEST. No, I don’t.
TREHERNE. I assure you that’s it.
LADY MARY. Of course it is.
CATHERINE. Yes, Ernest, that’s it.
(ERNEST, in desperation, appeals to CRICHTON.)
ERNEST. I am not young enough, Crichton, to know everything.
(It is an anxious moment, but a smile is at length extorted from CRICHTON as with a corkscrew.)
CRICHTON. Thank you, sir. (He goes.)
ERNEST (relieved). Ah, if you had that fellow’s head, Treherne, you would find something better to do with it than play cricket. I hear you bowl with your head.