sir robert chiltern. My dear Arthur, you are not going? Do stop a little!
lord goring. Afraid I can’t, thanks. I have promised to look in at the Hartlocks’. I believe they have got a mauve Hungarian band that plays mauve Hungarian music. See you soon. Good-bye!
[Exit]
sir robert chiltern. How beautiful you look to-night, Gertrude!
lady chiltern. Robert, it is not true, is it? You are not going to lend your support to this Argentine speculation? You couldn’t!
sir robert chiltern. [Starting.] Who told you I intended to do so?
lady chiltern. That woman who has just gone out, Mrs. Cheveley, as she calls herself now. She seemed to taunt me with it. Robert, I know this woman. You don’t. We were at school together. She was untruthful, dishonest, an evil influence on every one whose trust or friendship she could win. I hated, I despised her. She stole things, she was a thief. She was sent away for being a thief. Why do you let her influence you?
sir robert chiltern. Gertrude, what you tell me may be true, but it happened many years ago. It is best forgotten! Mrs. Cheveley may have changed since then. No one should be entirely judged by their past.
lady chiltern. [Sadly.] One’s past is what one is. It is the only way by which people should be judged.
sir robert chiltern. That is a hard saying, Gertrude!