Lady Windermere’s Fan

don’t let him come back tonight. Exit L. Lord Augustus Well, really, I might be her husband already. Positively I might. Follows her in a bewildered manner.

Act Drop

Act III

Scene: Lord Darlington’s Rooms. A large sofa is in front of fireplace R. At the back of the stage a curtain is drawn across the window. Doors L. and R. Table R. with writing materials. Table C. with syphons, glasses, and Tantalus frame. Table L. with cigar and cigarette box. Lamps lit.

Lady Windermere	Standing by the fireplace. Why doesn’t he come? This waiting is horrible. He should be here. Why is he not here, to wake by passionate words some fire within me? I am cold⁠—cold as a loveless thing. Arthur must have read my letter by this time. If he cared for me, he would have come after me, would have taken me back by force. But he doesn’t care. He’s entrammelled by this woman⁠—fascinated by her⁠—dominated by her. If a woman wants to hold a man, she has merely to appeal to what is worst in him. We make gods of men and they leave us. Others make brutes of them and they fawn and are faithful. How hideous life is!⁠ ⁠… Oh! it was mad of me to come here, horribly mad. And yet, which is the worst, I wonder, to be at the mercy of a man who loves one, or the wife of a man who in one’s own house dishonours one? What woman knows? What woman in the whole world? But will he love me always, this man to whom I am giving my life? What do I bring him? Lips that have lost the note of joy, eyes that are blinded by tears, chill hands and icy heart. I bring him nothing. I must go back⁠—no; I can’t go back, my letter has put me in their power⁠—Arthur would not take me back! That fatal letter! No! Lord Darlington leaves England tomorrow. I will go with him⁠—I have no choice. Sits down for a few moments. Then starts up and puts on her cloak. No, no! I will go back, let Arthur do with me what he pleases. I can’t wait here. It has been madness my coming. I must go at once. As for Lord Darlington⁠—Oh! here he is! What shall I do? What can I say to him? Will he let me go away at all? I have heard that men are brutal, horrible⁠ ⁠… Oh! Hides her face in her hands.
	Enter Mrs. Erlynne L.
Mrs. Erlynne	Lady Windermere! Lady Windermere starts and looks up. Then recoils in contempt. Thank Heaven I am in time. You must go back to your husband’s house immediately.
Lady Windermere	Must?
Mrs. Erlynne	Authoritatively. Yes, you must! There is not a second to be lost. Lord Darlington may return at any moment.
Lady Windermere	Don’t come near me!
Mrs. Erlynne	Oh! You are on the brink of ruin, you are on the brink of a hideous precipice. You must leave this place at once, my carriage is waiting at the corner of the street. You must come with me and drive straight home.
	Lady Windermere throws off her cloak and flings it on the sofa.
	What are you doing?
Lady Windermere	Mrs. Erlynne⁠—if you had not come here, I would have gone back. But now that I see you, I feel that nothing in the whole world would induce me to live under the same roof as Lord Windermere. You fill me with horror. There is something about you that stirs the wildest⁠—rage within me. And I know why you are here. My husband sent you to lure me back that I might serve as a blind to whatever relations exist between you and him.
Mrs. Erlynne	Oh! You don’t think that⁠—you can’t.
Lady Windermere	Go back to my husband, Mrs. Erlynne. He belongs to you and not to me. I suppose he is afraid of a scandal. Men are such cowards. They outrage every law of the world, and are afraid of the world’s tongue. But he had better prepare himself. He shall have a scandal. He shall have the worst scandal there has been in London for years. He shall see his name in every vile paper, mine on every hideous placard.
Mrs. Erlynne	No⁠—no⁠—
Lady Windermere	Yes! he shall. Had he come himself, I admit I would have gone back to the life of degradation you and he had prepared for me⁠—I was going back⁠—but to stay himself at home, and to send you as his messenger⁠—oh! it was infamous⁠—infamous.
Mrs. Erlynne	C. Lady Windermere, you wrong me horribly⁠—you wrong your husband horribly. He doesn’t know you are here⁠—he thinks you are safe in your own house. He thinks you are asleep in your own room. He never read the mad letter you wrote to him!
Lady Windermere	R. Never read it!
Mrs. Erlynne	No⁠—he knows nothing about it.
Lady Windermere	How simple you think me! Going to her. You are lying to me!
Mrs. Erlynne	Restraining herself. I am not. I am telling you the truth.
Lady Windermere	If my husband didn’t read my letter, how is it that you are here? Who told you I had left the house you were shameless enough to enter? Who told you where I had gone to? My husband told you, and sent you to decoy me back. Crosses L.
Mrs. Erlynne	R.C. Your husband has never seen the letter. I⁠—saw it, I opened it. I⁠—read it.
Lady Windermere	Turning to her. You opened a letter of mine to my husband? You wouldn’t dare!
Mrs. Erlynne	Dare! Oh! to save you from the abyss into which you are falling, there is nothing in the world I would not dare, nothing in the whole world. Here is the letter. Your husband has never read