Lord Darlington. Cecil, if one really loves a woman, all other women in the world become absolutely meaningless to one. Love changes one—I am changed.
Cecil Graham. Dear me! How very interesting! Tuppy, I want to talk to you. [Lord Augustus takes no notice.]
Dumby. It’s no use talking to Tuppy. You might just as well talk to a brick wall.
Cecil Graham. But I like talking to a brick wall—it’s the only thing in the world that never contradicts me! Tuppy!
Lord Augustus. Well, what is it? What is it? [Rising and going over to Cecil Graham.]
Cecil Graham. Come over here. I want you particularly. [Aside.] Darlington has been moralising and talking about the purity of love, and that sort of thing, and he has got some woman in his rooms all the time.
Lord Augustus. No, really! really!
Cecil Graham. [In a low voice.] Yes, here is her fan. [Points to the fan.]
Lord Augustus. [Chuckling.] By Jove! By Jove!
Lord Windermere. [Up by door.] I am really off now, Lord Darlington. I am sorry you are leaving England so soon. Pray call on us when you come back! My wife and I will be charmed to see you!