MRS. ERLYNNE. How do you do, Lady Windermere? [_To_ LORD WINDERMERE.] How do you do? Do you know, Lady Windermere, I am so sorry about your fan. I can’t imagine how I made such a silly mistake. Most stupid of me. And as I was driving in your direction, I thought I would take the opportunity of returning your property in person with many apologies for my carelessness, and of bidding you good-bye. LADY WINDERMERE. Good-bye? [_Moves towards sofa with_ MRS. ERLYNNE _and sits down beside her_.] Are you going away, then, Mrs. Erlynne? MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes; I am going to live abroad again. The English climate doesn’t suit me. My—heart is affected here, and that I don’t like. I prefer living in the south. London is too full of fogs and—and serious people, Lord Windermere. Whether the fogs produce the serious people or whether the serious people produce the fogs, I don’t know, but the whole thing rather gets on my nerves, and so I’m leaving this afternoon by the Club Train. LADY WINDERMERE. This afternoon? But I wanted so much to come and see you. MRS. ERLYNNE. How kind of you! But I am afraid I have to go. LADY WINDERMERE. Shall I never see you again, Mrs. Erlynne? MRS. ERLYNNE. I am afraid not. Our lives lie too far apart. But there is a little thing I would like you to do for me. I want a photograph of you, Lady Windermere—would you give me one? You don’t know how gratified I should be. LADY WINDERMERE. Oh, with pleasure. There is one on that table. I’ll show it to you. [_Goes across to the table_.] LORD WINDERMERE. [_Coming up to_ MRS. ERLYNNE _and speaking in a low voice_.] It is monstrous your intruding yourself here after your conduct last night. MRS. ERLYNNE. [_With an amused smile_.] My dear Windermere, manners before morals! LADY WINDERMERE. [_Returning_.] I’m afraid it is very flattering—I am not so pretty as that. [_Showing photograph_.] MRS. ERLYNNE. You are much prettier. But haven’t you got one of yourself with your little boy? LADY WINDERMERE. I have. Would you prefer one of those? MRS. ERLYNNE. Yes. LADY WINDERMERE. I’ll go and get it for you, if you’ll excuse me for a moment. I have one upstairs. MRS. ERLYNNE. So sorry, Lady Windermere, to give you so much trouble. LADY WINDERMERE. [_Moves to door R._] No trouble at all, Mrs. Erlynne. MRS. ERLYNNE. Thanks so much. [_Exit_ LADY WINDERMERE _R._] You seem rather out of temper this morning, Windermere. Why should you be? Margaret and I get on charmingly together. LORD WINDERMERE. I can’t bear to see you with her. Besides, you have not told me the truth, Mrs. Erlynne. MRS. ERLYNNE. I have not told _her_ the truth, you mean.