HOPPER. I should like to have a chat with the Duke, Duchess. He
has not said a single word to me yet.

DUCHESS OF BERWICK. I think you'll find he will have a great deal
to say to you to-morrow. [Exit LADY AGATHA with MR. HOPPER.] And
now good-night, Margaret. I'm afraid it's the old, old story,
dear. Love--well, not love at first sight, but love at the end of
the season, which is so much more satisfactory.

LADY WINDERMERE. Good-night, Duchess.

[Exit the DUCHESS OF BERWICK on LORD PAISLEY'S arm.]

LADY PLYMDALE. My dear Margaret, what a handsome woman your
husband has been dancing with! I should be quite jealous if I were
you! Is she a great friend of yours?

LADY WINDERMERE. No!

LADY PLYMDALE. Really? Good-night, dear. [Looks at MR. DUMBY and
exit.]

DUMBY. Awful manners young Hopper has!

CECIL GRAHAM. Ah! Hopper is one of Nature's gentlemen, the worst
type of gentleman I know.

DUMBY. Sensible woman, Lady Windermere. Lots of wives would have
objected to Mrs. Erlynne coming. But Lady Windermere has that
uncommon thing called common sense.