the kind. However, I will tell you quite frankly that I have no
brother Ernest. I have no brother at all. I never had a brother in
my life, and I certainly have not the smallest intention of ever
having one in the future.

Cecily. [Surprised.] No brother at all?

Jack. [Cheerily.] None!

Gwendolen. [Severely.] Had you never a brother of any kind?

Jack. [Pleasantly.] Never. Not even of an kind.

Gwendolen. I am afraid it is quite clear, Cecily, that neither of
us is engaged to be married to any one.

Cecily. It is not a very pleasant position for a young girl
suddenly to find herself in. Is it?

Gwendolen. Let us go into the house. They will hardly venture to
come after us there.

Cecily. No, men are so cowardly, aren't they?

[They retire into the house with scornful looks.]

Jack. This ghastly state of things is what you call Bunburying, I
suppose?

Algernon. Yes, and a perfectly wonderful Bunbury it is. The most