lord goring. Quite so. And we men are so self-sacrificing that we never use it, do we, father?
lord caversham. I use it, sir. I use nothing else.
lord goring. So my mother tells me.
lord caversham. It is the secret of your mother’s happiness. You are very heartless, sir, very heartless.
lord goring. I hope not, father.
[Goes out for a moment. Then returns, looking rather put out, with sir robert chiltern.]
sir robert chiltern. My dear Arthur, what a piece of good luck meeting you on the doorstep! Your servant had just told me you were not at home. How extraordinary!
lord goring. The fact is, I am horribly busy to-night, Robert, and I gave orders I was not at home to any one. Even my father had a comparatively cold reception. He complained of a draught the whole time.
sir robert chiltern. Ah! you must be at home to me, Arthur. You are my best friend. Perhaps by to-morrow you will be my only friend. My wife has discovered everything.
lord goring. Ah! I guessed as much!