Chasuble. But have you any grave doubts on the subject?

Jack. I certainly intend to have. Of course I don't know if the
thing would bother you in any way, or if you think I am a little too
old now.

Chasuble. Not at all. The sprinkling, and, indeed, the immersion
of adults is a perfectly canonical practice.

Jack. Immersion!

Chasuble. You need have no apprehensions. Sprinkling is all that
is necessary, or indeed I think advisable. Our weather is so
changeable. At what hour would you wish the ceremony performed?

Jack. Oh, I might trot round about five if that would suit you.

Chasuble. Perfectly, perfectly! In fact I have two similar
ceremonies to perform at that time. A case of twins that occurred
recently in one of the outlying cottages on your own estate. Poor
Jenkins the carter, a most hard-working man.

Jack. Oh! I don't see much fun in being christened along with
other babies. It would be childish. Would half-past five do?

Chasuble. Admirably! Admirably! [Takes out watch.] And now, dear
Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow.
I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What
seem to us bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.