mrs. cheveley. Thanks. I am never going to try to harm Robert Chiltern again.
lord goring. Fortunately you have not the chance, Mrs. Cheveley.
mrs. cheveley. Well, if even I had the chance, I wouldn’t. On the contrary, I am going to render him a great service.
lord goring. I am charmed to hear it. It is a reformation.
mrs. cheveley. Yes. I can’t bear so upright a gentleman, so honourable an English gentleman, being so shamefully deceived, and so—
lord goring. Well?
mrs. cheveley. I find that somehow Gertrude Chiltern’s dying speech and confession has strayed into my pocket.
lord goring. What do you mean?
mrs. cheveley. [With a bitter note of triumph in her voice.] I mean that I am going to send Robert Chiltern the love-letter his wife wrote to you to-night.
lord goring. Love-letter?