LADY CHILTERN. Robert is as incapable of doing a foolish thing as he is of doing a wrong thing. LORD GORING. [_After a long pause_.] Nobody is incapable of doing a foolish thing. Nobody is incapable of doing a wrong thing. LADY CHILTERN. Are you a Pessimist? What will the other dandies say? They will all have to go into mourning. LORD GORING. [_Rising_.] No, Lady Chiltern, I am not a Pessimist. Indeed I am not sure that I quite know what Pessimism really means. All I do know is that life cannot be understood without much charity, cannot be lived without much charity. It is love, and not German philosophy, that is the true explanation of this world, whatever may be the explanation of the next. And if you are ever in trouble, Lady Chiltern, trust me absolutely, and I will help you in every way I can. If you ever want me, come to me for my assistance, and you shall have it. Come at once to me. LADY CHILTERN. [_Looking at him in surprise_.] Lord Goring, you are talking quite seriously. I don’t think I ever heard you talk seriously before. LORD GORING. [_Laughing_.] You must excuse me, Lady Chiltern. It won’t occur again, if I can help it. LADY CHILTERN. But I like you to be serious. [_Enter_ MABEL CHILTERN, _in the most ravishing frock_.] MABEL CHILTERN. Dear Gertrude, don’t say such a dreadful thing to Lord Goring. Seriousness would be very unbecoming to him. Good afternoon Lord Goring! Pray be as trivial as you can. LORD GORING. I should like to, Miss Mabel, but I am afraid I am . . . a little out of practice this morning; and besides, I have to be going now. MABEL CHILTERN. Just when I have come in! What dreadful manners you have! I am sure you were very badly brought up. LORD GORING. I was. MABEL CHILTERN. I wish I had brought you up! LORD GORING. I am so sorry you didn’t. MABEL CHILTERN. It is too late now, I suppose? LORD GORING. [_Smiling_.] I am not so sure. MABEL CHILTERN. Will you ride to-morrow morning? LORD GORING. Yes, at ten. MABEL CHILTERN. Don’t forget. LORD GORING. Of course I shan’t. By the way, Lady Chiltern, there is no list of your guests in _The Morning Post_ of to-day. It has apparently been crowded out by the County Council, or the Lambeth Conference, or something equally boring. Could you let me have a list? I have a particular reason for asking you. LADY CHILTERN. I am sure Mr. Trafford will be able to give you one. LORD GORING. Thanks, so much. MABEL CHILTERN. Tommy is the most useful person in London. LORD GORING [_Turning to her_.] And who is the most ornamental? MABEL CHILTERN [_Triumphantly_.] I am. LORD GORING. How clever of you to guess it! [_Takes up his hat and cane_.] Good-bye, Lady Chiltern! You will remember what I said to you, won’t you? LADY CHILTERN. Yes; but I don’t know why you said it to me. LORD GORING. I hardly know myself. Good-bye, Miss Mabel!