The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: 150+ Titles in One Edition. Oscar Wilde

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СКАЧАТЬ CHILTERN. What explanation have you to give me for the presence of that woman here?

      LORD GORING. Robert, I swear to you on my honour that that lady is stainless and guiltless of all offence towards you.

      SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. She is a vile, an infamous thing!

      LORD GORING. Don’t say that, Robert! It was for your sake she came here. It was to try and save you she came here. She loves you and no one else.

      SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. You are mad. What have I to do with her intrigues with you? Let her remain your mistress! You are well suited to each other. She, corrupt and shameful — you, false as a friend, treacherous as an enemy even —

      LORD GORING. It is not true, Robert. Before heaven, it is not true. In her presence and in yours I will explain all.

      SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. Let me pass, sir. You have lied enough upon your word of honour.

      [SIR ROBERT CHILTERN goes out. LORD GORING rushes to the door of the drawing-room, when MRS. CHEVELEY comes out, looking radiant and much amused.]

      MRS. CHEVELEY. [With a mock curtsey] Good evening, Lord Goring!

      LORD GORING. Mrs. Cheveley! Great heavens! … May I ask what you were doing in my drawing-room?

      MRS. CHEVELEY. Merely listening. I have a perfect passion for listening through keyholes. One always hears such wonderful things through them.

      LORD GORING. Doesn’t that sound rather like tempting Providence?

      MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh! surely Providence can resist temptation by this time. [Makes a sign to him to take her cloak off, which he does.]

      LORD GORING. I am glad you have called. I am going to give you some good advice.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh! pray don’t. One should never give a woman anything that she can’t wear in the evening.

      LORD GORING. I see you are quite as wilful as you used to be.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. Far more! I have greatly improved. I have had more experience.

      LORD GORING. Too much experience is a dangerous thing. Pray have a cigarette. Half the pretty women in London smoke cigarettes. Personally I prefer the other half.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. Thanks. I never smoke. My dressmaker wouldn’t like it, and a woman’s first duty in life is to her dressmaker, isn’t it? What the second duty is, no one has as yet discovered.

      LORD GORING. You have come here to sell me Robert Chiltern’s letter, haven’t you?

      MRS. CHEVELEY. To offer it to you on conditions. How did you guess that?

      LORD GORING. Because you haven’t mentioned the subject. Have you got it with you?

      MRS. CHEVELEY. [Sitting down.] Oh, no! A well-made dress has no pockets.

      LORD GORING. What is your price for it?

      MRS. CHEVELEY. How absurdly English you are! The English think that a chequebook can solve every problem in life. Why, my dear Arthur, I have very much more money than you have, and quite as much as Robert Chiltern has got hold of. Money is not what I want.

      LORD GORING. What do you want then, Mrs. Cheveley?

      MRS. CHEVELEY. Why don’t you call me Laura?

      LORD GORING. I don’t like the name.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. You used to adore it.

      LORD GORING. Yes: that’s why. [MRS. CHEVELEY motions to him to sit down beside her. He smiles, and does so.]

      MRS. CHEVELEY. Arthur, you loved me once.

      LORD GORING. Yes.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. And you asked me to be your wife.

      LORD GORING. That was the natural result of my loving you.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. And you threw me over because you saw, or said you saw, poor old Lord Mortlake trying to have a violent flirtation with me in the conservatory at Tenby.

      LORD GORING. I am under the impression that my lawyer settled that matter with you on certain terms … dictated by yourself.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. At that time I was poor; you were rich.

      LORD GORING. Quite so. That is why you pretended to love me.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. [Shrugging her shoulders.] Poor old Lord Mortlake, who had only two topics of conversation, his gout and his wife! I never could quite make out which of the two he was talking about. He used the most horrible language about them both. Well, you were silly, Arthur. Why, Lord Mortlake was never anything more to me than an amusement. One of those utterly tedious amusements one only finds at an English country house on an English country Sunday. I don’t think any one at all morally responsible for what he or she does at an English country house.

      LORD GORING. Yes. I know lots of people think that.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. I loved you, Arthur.

      LORD GORING. My dear Mrs. Cheveley, you have always been far too clever to know anything about love.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. I did love you. And you loved me. You know you loved me; and love is a very wonderful thing. I suppose that when a man has once loved a woman, he will do anything for her, except continue to love her? [Puts her hand on his.]

      LORD GORING. [Taking his hand away quietly.] Yes: except that.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. [After a pause.] I am tired of living abroad. I want to come back to London. I want to have a charming house here. I want to have a salon. If one could only teach the English how to talk, and the Irish how to listen, society here would be quite civilised. Besides, I have arrived at the romantic stage. When I saw you last night at the Chilterns’, I knew you were the only person I had ever cared for, if I ever have cared for anybody, Arthur. And so, on the morning of the day you marry me, I will give you Robert Chiltern’s letter. That is my offer. I will give it to you now, if you promise to marry me.

      LORD GORING. Now?

      MRS. CHEVELEY. [Smiling.] Tomorrow.

      LORD GORING. Are you really serious?

      MRS. CHEVELEY. Yes, quite serious.

      LORD GORING. I should make you a very bad husband.

      MRS. CHEVELEY. I don’t mind bad husbands. I have had two. They amused me immensely.

      LORD GORING. You mean that you amused yourself immensely, don’t you?

      MRS. CHEVELEY. What do you know about my married life?

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