GWENDOLEN.
Good! Algy, you may turn round now.
ALGERNON.
Thanks, I’ve turned round already.
GWENDOLEN.
You may also ring the bell.
JACK.
You will let me see you to your carriage, my own darling?
GWENDOLEN.
Certainly.
JACK.
[To Lane, who now enters.] I will see Miss Fairfax out.
LANE.
Yes, sir. [Jack and Gwendolen go off.]
[Lane presents several letters on a salver to Algernon. It is to be surmised that they are bills, as Algernon, after looking at the envelopes, tears them up.]
ALGERNON.
A glass of sherry, Lane.
LANE.
Yes, sir.