LORD ILLINGWORTH. With the greatest pleasure. [_To_ MRS. ALLONBY.] I’ll be back in a moment. People’s mothers always bore me to death. All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. MRS. ALLONBY. No man does. That is his. LORD ILLINGWORTH. What a delightful mood you are in to-night! [_Turns round and goes across with_ GERALD _to_ MRS. ARBUTHNOT. _When he sees her_, _he starts back in wonder_. _Then slowly his eyes turn towards_ GERALD.] GERALD. Mother, this is Lord Illingworth, who has offered to take me as his private secretary. [MRS. ARBUTHNOT _bows coldly_.] It is a wonderful opening for me, isn’t it? I hope he won’t be disappointed in me, that is all. You’ll thank Lord Illingworth, mother, won’t you? MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Lord Illingworth is very good, I am sure, to interest himself in you for the moment. LORD ILLINGWORTH. [_Putting his hand on_ GERALD’S _shoulder_.] Oh, Gerald and I are great friends already, Mrs . . . Arbuthnot. MRS. ARBUTHNOT. There can be nothing in common between you and my son, Lord Illingworth. GERALD. Dear mother, how can you say so? Of course Lord Illingworth is awfully clever and that sort of thing. There is nothing Lord Illingworth doesn’t know. LORD ILLINGWORTH. My dear boy! GERALD. He knows more about life than any one I have ever met. I feel an awful duffer when I am with you, Lord Illingworth. Of course, I have had so few advantages. I have not been to Eton or Oxford like other chaps. But Lord Illingworth doesn’t seem to mind that. He has been awfully good to me, mother. MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Lord Illingworth may change his mind. He may not really want you as his secretary. GERALD. Mother! MRS. ARBUTHNOT. You must remember, as you said yourself, you have had so few advantages. MRS. ALLONBY. Lord Illingworth, I want to speak to you for a moment. Do come over. LORD ILLINGWORTH. Will you excuse me, Mrs. Arbuthnot? Now, don’t let your charming mother make any more difficulties, Gerald. The thing is quite settled, isn’t it? GERALD. I hope so. [LORD ILLINGWORTH _goes across to_ MRS. ARBUTHNOT.] MRS. ALLONBY. I thought you were never going to leave the lady in black velvet. LORD ILLINGWORTH. She is excessively handsome. [_Looks at_ MRS. ARBUTHNOT.] LADY HUNSTANTON. Caroline, shall we all make a move to the music-room? Miss Worsley is going to play. You’ll come too, dear Mrs. Arbuthnot, won’t you? You don’t know what a treat is in store for you. [_To_ Doctor Daubeny.] I must really take Miss Worsley down some afternoon to the rectory. I should so much like dear Mrs. Daubeny to hear her on the violin. Ah, I forgot. Dear Mrs. Daubeny’s hearing is a little defective, is it not? THE ARCHDEACON. Her deafness is a great privation to her. She can’t even hear my sermons now. She reads them at home. But she has many resources in herself, many resources. LADY HUNSTANTON. She reads a good deal, I suppose?