Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde
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if there were any scene. Margaret . . .
PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne! [LORD WINDERMERE starts. MRS. ERLYNNE enters, very beautifully dressed and very dignified. LADY WINDERMERE clutches at her fan, then lets it drop on the door. She bows coldly to MRS. ERLYNNE, who bows to her sweetly in turn, and sails into the room.] LORD DARLINGTON. You have dropped your fan, Lady Windermere. [Picks it up and hands it to her.] MRS. ERLYNNE. [C.] How do you do, again, Lord Windermere? How charming your sweet wife looks! Quite a picture! LORD WINDERMERE. [In a low voice.] It was terribly rash of you to come! MRS. ERLYNNE. [Smiling.] The wisest thing I ever did in my life. And, by the way, you must pay me a good deal of attention this evening. I am afraid of the women. You must introduce me to some of them. The men I can always manage. How do you do, Lord Augustus? You have quite neglected me lately. I have not seen you since yesterday. I am afraid you're faithless. Every one told me so. LORD AUGUSTUS. [R.] Now really, Mrs. Erlynne, allow me to explain. MRS. ERLYNNE. [R.C.] No, dear Lord Augustus, you can't explain |
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