Mrs. Allonby. And that should be man?
Lord Illingworth. Women kneel so gracefully; men don’t.
Mrs. Allonby. You are thinking of Lady Stutfield!
Lord Illingworth. I assure you I have not thought of Lady Stutfield for the last quarter of an hour.
Mrs. Allonby. Is she such a mystery?
Lord Illingworth. She is more than a mystery—she is a mood.
Mrs. Allonby. Moods don’t last.
Lord Illingworth. It is their chief charm.
[Enter Hester and Gerald.]
Gerald. Lord Illingworth, every one has been congratulating me, Lady Hunstanton and Lady Caroline, and . . . every one. I hope I shall make a good secretary.