Miss Prism. I left it in the cloak-room of one of the larger
railway stations in London.

Jack. What railway station?

Miss Prism. [Quite crushed.] Victoria. The Brighton line. [Sinks
into a chair.]

Jack. I must retire to my room for a moment. Gwendolen, wait here
for me.

Gwendolen. If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my
life. [Exit Jack in great excitement.]

Chasuble. What do you think this means, Lady Bracknell?

Lady Bracknell. I dare not even suspect, Dr. Chasuble. I need
hardly tell you that in families of high position strange
coincidences are not supposed to occur. They are hardly considered
the thing.

[Noises heard overhead as if some one was throwing trunks about.
Every one looks up.]

Cecily. Uncle Jack seems strangely agitated.

Chasuble. Your guardian has a very emotional nature.

Lady Bracknell. This noise is extremely unpleasant. It sounds as
if he was having an argument. I dislike arguments of any kind.