lady chiltern. Well?
lord goring. He walks in the mire. Of course I am only talking generally about life.
lady chiltern. [Gravely.] I hope so. Why do you look at me so strangely, Lord Goring?
lord goring. Lady Chiltern, I have sometimes thought that . . . perhaps you are a little hard in some of your views on life. I think that . . . often you don’t make sufficient allowances. In every nature there are elements of weakness, or worse than weakness. Supposing, for instance, that—that any public man, my father, or Lord Merton, or Robert, say, had, years ago, written some foolish letter to some one . . .
lady chiltern. What do you mean by a foolish letter?
lord goring. A letter gravely compromising one’s position. I am only putting an imaginary case.
lady chiltern. Robert is as incapable of doing a foolish thing as he is of doing a wrong thing.
lord goring. [After a long pause.] Nobody is incapable of doing a foolish thing. Nobody is incapable of doing a wrong thing.
lady chiltern. Are you a Pessimist? What will the other dandies say? They will all have to go into mourning.
lord goring. [Rising.] No, Lady Chiltern, I am not a Pessimist. Indeed I am not sure that I quite know what Pessimism really means. All I do know is that life cannot be understood without much charity, cannot be lived without much charity. It is love, and not German philosophy, that is the true explanation of this world, whatever may be the explanation of the next. And if you are ever in trouble, Lady Chiltern, trust me absolutely, and I will help you in every way I can. If you ever want me, come to me for my assistance, and you shall have it. Come at once to me.