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СКАЧАТЬ be delightful. I think society must be exquisite. I think success is a thing worth having. You have been wrong in all that you taught me, mother, quite wrong. Lord Illingworth is a successful man. He is a fashionable man. He is a man who lives in the world and for it. Well, I would give anything to be just like Lord Illingworth.

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. I would sooner see you dead.

      GERALD. Mother, what is your objection to Lord Illingworth? Tell me - tell me right out. What is it?

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. He is a bad man.

      GERALD. In what way bad? I don’t understand what you mean.

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. I will tell you.

      GERALD. I suppose you think him bad, because he doesn’t believe the same things as you do. Well, men are different from women, mother. It is natural that they should have different views.

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. It is not what Lord Illingworth believes, or what he does not believe, that makes him bad. It is what he is.

      GERALD. Mother, is it something you know of him? Something you actually know?

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. It is something I know.

      GERALD. Something you are quite sure of?

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Quite sure of.

      GERALD. How long have you known it?

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. For twenty years.

      GERALD. Is it fair to go back twenty years in any man’s career?

       And what have you or I to do with Lord Illingworth’s early life?

       What business is it of ours?

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. What this man has been, he is now, and will be always.

      GERALD. Mother, tell me what Lord Illingworth did? If he did anything shameful, I will not go away with him. Surely you know me well enough for that?

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Gerald, come near to me. Quite close to me, as you used to do when you were a little boy, when you were mother’s own boy. [GERALD sits down betide his mother. She runs her fingers through his hair, and strokes his hands.] Gerald, there was a girl once, she was very young, she was little over eighteen at the time. George Harford - that was Lord Illingworth’s name then - George Harford met her. She knew nothing about life. He - knew everything. He made this girl love him. He made her love him so much that she left her father’s house with him one morning. She loved him so much, and he had promised to marry her! He had solemnly promised to marry her, and she had believed him. She was very young, and - and ignorant of what life really is. But he put the marriage off from week to week, and month to month. - She trusted in him all the while. She loved him. - Before her child was born - for she had a child - she implored him for the child’s sake to marry her, that the child might have a name, that her sin might not be visited on the child, who was innocent. He refused. After the child was born she left him, taking the child away, and her life was ruined, and her soul ruined, and all that was sweet, and good, and pure in her ruined also. She suffered terribly - she suffers now. She will always suffer. For her there is no joy, no peace, no atonement. She is a woman who drags a chain like a guilty thing. She is a woman who wears a mask, like a thing that is a leper. The fire cannot purify her. The waters cannot quench her anguish. Nothing can heal her! no anodyne can give her sleep! no poppies forgetfulness! She is lost! She is a lost soul! - That is why I call Lord Illingworth a bad man. That is why I don’t want my boy to be with him.

      GERALD. My dear mother, it all sounds very tragic, of course. But I dare say the girl was just as much to blame as Lord Illingworth was. - After all, would a really nice girl, a girl with any nice feelings at all, go away from her home with a man to whom she was not married, and live with him as his wife? No nice girl would.

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. [After a pause.] Gerald, I withdraw all my objections. You are at liberty to go away with Lord Illingworth, when and where you choose.

      GERALD. Dear mother, I knew you wouldn’t stand in my way. You are the best woman God ever made. And, as for Lord Illingworth, I don’t believe he is capable of anything infamous or base. I can’t believe it of him - I can’t.

      HESTER. [Outside.] Let me go! Let me go! [Enter HESTER in terror, and rushes over to GERALD and flings herself in his arms.]

      HESTER. Oh! save me - save me from him!

      GERALD. From whom?

      HESTER. He has insulted me! Horribly insulted me! Save me!

      GERALD. Who? Who has dared - ?

      [LORD ILLINGWORTH enters at back of stage. HESTER breaks from

       GERALD’S arms and points to him.]

      GERALD [He is quite beside himself with rage and indignation.] Lord Illingworth, you have insulted the purest thing on God’s earth, a thing as pure as my own mother. You have insulted the woman I love most in the world with my own mother. As there is a God in Heaven, I will kill you!

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. [Rushing across and catching hold of him] No! no!

      GERALD. [Thrusting her back.] Don’t hold me, mother. Don’t hold me - I’ll kill him!

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Gerald!

      GERALD. Let me go, I say!

      MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Stop, Gerald, stop! He is your own father!

      [GERALD clutches his mother’s hands and looks into her face. She sinks slowly on the ground in shame. HESTER steals towards the door. LORD ILLINGWORTH frowns and bites his lip. After a time GERALD raises his mother up, puts his am round her, and leads her from the room.]

      ACT DROP

      ACT FOUR

      SCENE

      Sitting-room at Mrs. Arbuthnot’s. Large open French window at back, looking on to garden. Doors R.C. and L.C.

      [GERALD ARBUTHNOT writing at table.]

      [Enter ALICE R.C. followed by LADY HUNSTANTON and MRS. ALLONBY.]

      ALICE. Lady Hunstanton and Mrs. Allonby.

      [Exit L.C.]

      LADY HUNSTANTON. Good morning, Gerald.

      GERALD. [Rising.] Good morning, Lady Hunstanton. Good morning,

       Mrs. Allonby.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. [Sitting down.] We came to inquire for your dear mother, Gerald. I hope she is better?

      GERALD. My mother has not come down yet, Lady Hunstanton.

      LADY HUNSTANTON. Ah, I am afraid the heat was too much for her last night. I think there must have been thunder in the air. Or perhaps it was the music. Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets СКАЧАТЬ