THE ARCHDEACON. Just the very largest print. The eyesight is rapidly going. But she’s never morbid, never morbid. GERALD. [_To_ LORD ILLINGWORTH.] Do speak to my mother, Lord Illingworth, before you go into the music-room. She seems to think, somehow, you don’t mean what you said to me. MRS. ALLONBY. Aren’t you coming? LORD ILLINGWORTH. In a few moments. Lady Hunstanton, if Mrs. Arbuthnot would allow me, I would like to say a few words to her, and we will join you later on. LADY HUNSTANTON. Ah, of course. You will have a great deal to say to her, and she will have a great deal to thank you for. It is not every son who gets such an offer, Mrs. Arbuthnot. But I know you appreciate that, dear. LADY CAROLINE. John! LADY HUNSTANTON. Now, don’t keep Mrs. Arbuthnot too long, Lord Illingworth. We can’t spare her. [_Exit following the other guests_. _Sound of violin heard from music-room_.] LORD ILLINGWORTH. So that is our son, Rachel! Well, I am very proud of him. He is a Harford, every inch of him. By the way, why Arbuthnot, Rachel? MRS. ARBUTHNOT. One name is as good as another, when one has no right to any name. LORD ILLINGWORTH. I suppose so—but why Gerald? MRS. ARBUTHNOT. After a man whose heart I broke—after my father. LORD ILLINGWORTH. Well, Rachel, what is over is over. All I have got to say now in that I am very, very much pleased with our boy. The world will know him merely as my private secretary, but to me he will be something very near, and very dear. It is a curious thing, Rachel; my life seemed to be quite complete. It was not so. It lacked something, it lacked a son. I have found my son now, I am glad I have found him. MRS. ARBUTHNOT. You have no right to claim him, or the smallest part of him. The boy is entirely mine, and shall remain mine. LORD ILLINGWORTH. My dear Rachel, you have had him to yourself for over twenty years. Why not let me have him for a little now? He is quite as much mine as yours. MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Are you talking of the child you abandoned? Of the child who, as far as you are concerned, might have died of hunger and of want? LORD ILLINGWORTH. You forget, Rachel, it was you who left me. It was not I who left you. MRS. ARBUTHNOT. I left you because you refused to give the child a name. Before my son was born, I implored you to marry me. LORD ILLINGWORTH. I had no expectations then. And besides, Rachel, I wasn’t much older than you were. I was only twenty-two. I was twenty-one, I believe, when the whole thing began in your father’s garden. MRS. ARBUTHNOT. When a man is old enough to do wrong he should be old enough to do right also.