Algernon. Well, not till to-day, old boy, I admit. I did my best,
however, though I was out of practice.

[Shakes hands.]

Gwendolen. [To Jack.] My own! But what own are you? What is your
Christian name, now that you have become some one else?

Jack. Good heavens! . . . I had quite forgotten that point. Your
decision on the subject of my name is irrevocable, I suppose?

Gwendolen. I never change, except in my affections.

Cecily. What a noble nature you have, Gwendolen!

Jack. Then the question had better be cleared up at once. Aunt
Augusta, a moment. At the time when Miss Prism left me in the hand-
bag, had I been christened already?

Lady Bracknell. Every luxury that money could buy, including
christening, had been lavished on you by your fond and doting
parents.

Jack. Then I was christened! That is settled. Now, what name was
I given? Let me know the worst.

Lady Bracknell. Being the eldest son you were naturally christened
after your father.

Jack. [Irritably.] Yes, but what was my father's Christian name?