Mrs. Erlynne. Yes, it is my will. And never forget your child—I like to think of you as a mother. I like you to think of yourself as one.
Lady Windermere. [Looking up.] I always will now. Only once in my life I have forgotten my own mother—that was last night. Oh, if I had remembered her I should not have been so foolish, so wicked.
Mrs. Erlynne. [With a slight shudder.] Hush, last night is quite over.
[Enter Lord Windermere.]
Lord Windermere. Your carriage has not come back yet, Mrs. Erlynne.
Mrs. Erlynne. It makes no matter. I’ll take a hansom. There is nothing in the world so respectable as a good Shrewsbury and Talbot. And now, dear Lady Windermere, I am afraid it is really good-bye. [Moves up C.] Oh, I remember. You’ll think me absurd, but do you know I’ve taken a great fancy to this fan that I was silly enough to run away with last night from your ball. Now, I wonder would you give it to me? Lord Windermere says you may. I know it is his present.
Lady Windermere. Oh, certainly, if it will give you any pleasure. But it has my name on it. It has ‘Margaret’ on it.
Mrs. Erlynne. But we have the same Christian name.
Lady Windermere. Oh, I forgot. Of course, do have it. What a wonderful chance our names being the same!
Mrs. Erlynne. Quite wonderful. Thanks—it will always remind me of you. [Shakes hands with her.]