LADY BRACKNELL.
Found!
JACK.
The late Mr. Thomas Cardew, an old gentleman of a very charitable and kindly disposition, found me, and gave me the name of Worthing, because he happened to have a first-class ticket for Worthing in his pocket at the time. Worthing is a place in Sussex. It is a seaside resort.
LADY BRACKNELL.
Where did the charitable gentleman who had a first-class ticket for this seaside resort find you?
JACK.
[Gravely.] In a hand-bag.
LADY BRACKNELL.
A hand-bag?
JACK.
[Very seriously.] Yes, Lady Bracknell. I was in a hand-bag—a somewhat large, black leather hand-bag, with handles to it—an ordinary hand-bag in fact.
LADY BRACKNELL.
In what locality did this Mr. James, or Thomas, Cardew come across this ordinary hand-bag?
JACK.
In the cloak-room at Victoria Station. It was given to him in mistake for his own.
LADY BRACKNELL.
The cloak-room at Victoria Station?
JACK.
Yes. The Brighton line.