lord goring. Is he in the house now?
lady chiltern. Yes.
lord goring. Then I will go and see him myself, and tell him that a certain letter, written on pink paper, is to be forwarded to Robert to-day, and that at all costs it must not reach him. [Goes to the door, and opens it.] Oh! Robert is coming upstairs with the letter in his hand. It has reached him already.
lady chiltern. [With a cry of pain.] Oh! you have saved his life; what have you done with mine?
[Enter sir robert chiltern. He has the letter in his hand, and is reading it. He comes towards his wife, not noticing lord goring’s presence.]
sir robert chiltern. ‘I want you. I trust you. I am coming to you. Gertrude.’ Oh, my love! Is this true? Do you indeed trust me, and want me? If so, it was for me to come to you, not for you to write of coming to me. This letter of yours, Gertrude, makes me feel that nothing that the world may do can hurt me now. You want me, Gertrude?
[lord goring, unseen by sir robert chiltern, makes an imploring sign to lady chiltern to accept the situation and sir robert’s error.]
lady chiltern. Yes.
sir robert chiltern. You trust me, Gertrude?
lady chiltern. Yes.