Mrs. Arbuthnot. My boy! My boy! My boy! [Running her fingers through his hair.]
Hester. [Coming over.] But you have two children now. You’ll let me be your daughter?
Mrs. Arbuthnot. [Looking up.] Would you choose me for a mother?
Hester. You of all women I have ever known.
[They move towards the door leading into garden with their arms round each other’s waists. Gerald goes to table L.C. for his hat. On turning round he sees Lord Illingworth’s glove lying on the floor, and picks it up.]
Gerald. Hallo, mother, whose glove is this? You have had a visitor. Who was it?
Mrs. Arbuthnot. [Turning round.] Oh! no one. No one in particular. A man of no importance.
Curtain