Lady Hunstanton. Ah, I am so sorry Mrs. Daubeny could not come with you to-night. Headache as usual, I suppose.
The Archdeacon. Yes, Lady Hunstanton; a perfect martyr. But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.
Lady Caroline. [To her husband.] John! [Sir John goes over to his wife. Doctor Baubeny talks to Lady Hunstanton and Mrs. Arbuthnot.]
[Mrs. Arbuthnot watches Lord Illingworth the whole time. He has passed across the room without noticing her, and approaches Mrs. Allonby, who with Lady Stutfield is standing by the door looking on to the terrace.]
Lord Illingworth. How is the most charming woman in the world?
Mrs. Allonby. [Taking Lady Stutfield by the hand.] We are both quite well, thank you, Lord Illingworth. But what a short time you have been in the dining-room! It seems as if we had only just left.
Lord Illingworth. I was bored to death. Never opened my lips the whole time. Absolutely longing to come in to you.
Mrs. Allonby. You should have. The American girl has been giving us a lecture.
Lord Illingworth. Really? All Americans lecture, I believe. I suppose it is something in their climate. What did she lecture about?
Mrs. Allonby. Oh, Puritanism, of course.