Parker. Yes, my lord. [Comes down L.C.]
Lord Windermere. Have this note sent to Mrs. Erlynne at No. 84A Curzon Street. [Crossing to L.C. and giving note to Parker.] There is no answer!
[Exit Parker C.]
Lady Windermere. Arthur, if that woman comes here, I shall insult her.
Lord Windermere. Margaret, don’t say that.
Lady Windermere. I mean it.
Lord Windermere. Child, if you did such a thing, there’s not a woman in London who wouldn’t pity you.
Lady Windermere. There is not a good woman in London who would not applaud me. We have been too lax. We must make an example. I propose to begin to-night. [Picking up fan.] Yes, you gave me this fan to-day; it was your birthday present. If that woman crosses my threshold, I shall strike her across the face with it.
Lord Windermere. Margaret, you couldn’t do such a thing.
Lady Windermere. You don’t know me! [Moves R.]