Lady Hunstanton. [Rising.] Well, I won’t keep you from her. [Goes with him towards door.] I have told Farquhar to put a brace of partridge into the carriage. Mrs. Daubeny may fancy them.
The Archdeacon. It is very kind of you, but Mrs. Daubeny never touches solids now. Lives entirely on jellies. But she is wonderfully cheerful, wonderfully cheerful. She has nothing to complain of.
[Exit with Lady Hunstanton.]
Mrs. Allonby. [Goes over to Lord Illingworth.] There is a beautiful moon to-night.
Lord Illingworth. Let us go and look at it. To look at anything that is inconstant is charming nowadays.
Mrs. Allonby. You have your looking-glass.
Lord Illingworth. It is unkind. It merely shows me my wrinkles.
Mrs. Allonby. Mine is better behaved. It never tells me the truth.
Lord Illingworth. Then it is in love with you.
[Exeunt Sir John, Lady Stutfield, Mr. Kelvil and Lord Alfred.]