Algernon. Yes, darling, with a little help from others.

Cecily. I am so glad.

Algernon. You'll never break off our engagement again, Cecily?

Cecily. I don't think I could break it off now that I have actually
met you. Besides, of course, there is the question of your name.

Algernon. Yes, of course. [Nervously.]

Cecily. You must not laugh at me, darling, but it had always been a
girlish dream of mine to love some one whose name was Ernest.
[Algernon rises, Cecily also.] There is something in that name that
seems to inspire absolute confidence. I pity any poor married woman
whose husband is not called Ernest.

Algernon. But, my dear child, do you mean to say you could not love
me if I had some other name?

Cecily. But what name?

Algernon. Oh, any name you like--Algernon--for instance . . .

Cecily. But I don't like the name of Algernon.

Algernon. Well, my own dear, sweet, loving little darling, I really
can't see why you should object to the name of Algernon. It is not
at all a bad name. In fact, it is rather an aristocratic name.