Mrs. Allonby. It ends with Revelations.
Lord Illingworth. You fence divinely. But the button has come off your foil.
Mrs. Allonby. I have still the mask.
Lord Illingworth. It makes your eyes lovelier.
Mrs. Allonby. Thank you. Come.
Lord Illingworth. [Sees Mrs. Arbuthnot’s letter on table, and takes it up and looks at envelope.] What a curious handwriting! It reminds me of the handwriting of a woman I used to know years ago.
Mrs. Allonby. Who?
Lord Illingworth. Oh! no one. No one in particular. A woman of no importance. [Throws letter down, and passes up the steps of the terrace with Mrs. Allonby. They smile at each other.]
Act Drop.