ALGERNON.
Well, what shall we do?
JACK.
Nothing!
ALGERNON.
It is awfully hard work doing nothing. However, I don’t mind hard work where there is no definite object of any kind.
[Enter Lane.]
LANE.
Miss Fairfax.
[Enter Gwendolen. Lane goes out.]
ALGERNON.
Gwendolen, upon my word!
GWENDOLEN.
Algy, kindly turn your back. I have something very particular to say to Mr. Worthing.
ALGERNON.
Really, Gwendolen, I don’t think I can allow this at all.
GWENDOLEN.
Algy, you always adopt a strictly immoral attitude towards life. You are not quite old enough to do that. [Algernon retires to the fireplace.]