vicomte de nanjac. I read all your English newspapers. I find them so amusing.
lord goring. Then, my dear Nanjac, you must certainly read between the lines.
vicomte de nanjac. I should like to, but my professor objects. [To mabel chiltern.] May I have the pleasure of escorting you to the music-room, Mademoiselle?
mabel chiltern. [Looking very disappointed.] Delighted, Vicomte, quite delighted! [Turning to lord goring.] Aren’t you coming to the music-room?
lord goring. Not if there is any music going on, Miss Mabel.
mabel chiltern. [Severely.] The music is in German. You would not understand it.
[Goes out with the vicomte de nanjac. lord caversham comes up to his son.]
lord caversham. Well, sir! what are you doing here? Wasting your life as usual! You should be in bed, sir. You keep too late hours! I heard of you the other night at Lady Rufford’s dancing till four o’clock in the morning!
lord goring. Only a quarter to four, father.
lord caversham. Can’t make out how you stand London Society. The thing has gone to the dogs, a lot of damned nobodies talking about nothing.