LORD CAVERSHAM. Hum! That is what I have come to talk to you about, sir. You have got to get married, and at once. Why, when I was your age, sir, I had been an inconsolable widower for three months, and was already paying my addresses to your admirable mother. Damme, sir, it is your duty to get married. You can’t be always living for pleasure. Every man of position is married nowadays. Bachelors are not fashionable any more. They are a damaged lot. Too much is known about them. You must get a wife, sir. Look where your friend Robert Chiltern has got to by probity, hard work, and a sensible marriage with a good woman. Why don’t you imitate him, sir? Why don’t you take him for your model? LORD GORING. I think I shall, father. LORD CAVERSHAM. I wish you would, sir. Then I should be happy. At present I make your mother’s life miserable on your account. You are heartless, sir, quite heartless. LORD GORING. I hope not, father. LORD CAVERSHAM. And it is high time for you to get married. You are thirty-four years of age, sir. LORD GORING. Yes, father, but I only admit to thirty-two—thirty-one and a half when I have a really good buttonhole. This buttonhole is not . . . trivial enough. LORD CAVERSHAM. I tell you you are thirty-four, sir. And there is a draught in your room, besides, which makes your conduct worse. Why did you tell me there was no draught, sir? I feel a draught, sir, I feel it distinctly. LORD GORING. So do I, father. It is a dreadful draught. I will come and see you to-morrow, father. We can talk over anything you like. Let me help you on with your cloak, father. LORD CAVERSHAM. No, sir; I have called this evening for a definite purpose, and I am going to see it through at all costs to my health or yours. Put down my cloak, sir. LORD GORING. Certainly, father. But let us go into another room. [_Rings bell_.] There is a dreadful draught here. [_Enter_ PHIPPS.] Phipps, is there a good fire in the smoking-room? PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. LORD GORING. Come in there, father. Your sneezes are quite heartrending. LORD CAVERSHAM. Well, sir, I suppose I have a right to sneeze when I choose? LORD GORING. [_Apologetically_.] Quite so, father. I was merely expressing sympathy. LORD CAVERSHAM. Oh, damn sympathy. There is a great deal too much of that sort of thing going on nowadays. LORD GORING. I quite agree with you, father. If there was less sympathy in the world there would be less trouble in the world. LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Going towards the smoking-room_.] That is a paradox, sir. I hate paradoxes. LORD GORING. So do I, father. Everybody one meets is a paradox nowadays. It is a great bore. It makes society so obvious. LORD CAVERSHAM. [_Turning round_, _and looking at his son beneath his bushy eyebrows_.] Do you always really understand what you say, sir? LORD GORING. [_After some hesitation_.] Yes, father, if I listen attentively.