ALGERNON.
Oh, I’m a little anxious about poor Bunbury, that is all.
JACK.
If you don’t take care, your friend Bunbury will get you into a serious scrape some day.
ALGERNON.
I love scrapes. They are the only things that are never serious.
JACK.
Oh, that’s nonsense, Algy. You never talk anything but nonsense.
ALGERNON.
Nobody ever does.
[Jack looks indignantly at him, and leaves the room. Algernon lights a cigarette, reads his shirt-cuff, and smiles.]
ACT DROP
SECOND ACT
SCENE
Garden at the Manor House. A flight of grey stone steps leads up to the house. The garden, an old-fashioned one, full of roses. Time of year, July. Basket chairs, and a table covered with books, are set under a large yew-tree.