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Jack. Miss Cardew’s family solicitors are Messrs. Markby, Markby, and
Markby.
Lady Bracknell. Markby, Markby, and Markby? A firm of the very highest
position in their profession. Indeed I am told that one of the Mr. Markby’s is
occasionally to be seen at dinner parties. So far I am satisfied.
Jack. [Very irritably.] How extremely kind of you, Lady Bracknell! I have
also in my possession, you will be pleased to hear, certificates of Miss
Cardew’s birth, baptism, whooping cough, registration, vaccination,
confirmation, and the measles; both the German and the English variety.
Lady Bracknell. Ah! A life crowded with incident, I see; though perhaps
somewhat too exciting for a young girl. I am not myself in favour of
premature experiences. [Rises, looks at her watch.] Gwendolen! the time
approaches for our departure. We have not a moment to lose. As a matter
of form, Mr. Worthing, I had better ask you if Miss Cardew has any little
fortune?
Jack. Oh! about a hundred and thirty thousand pounds in the Funds. That is
all. Goodbye, Lady Bracknell. So pleased to have seen you.
Lady Bracknell. [Sitting down again.] A moment, Mr. Worthing. A hundred
and thirty thousand pounds! And in the Funds! Miss Cardew seems to me a
most attractive young lady, now that I look at her. Few girls of the present
day have any really solid qualities, any of the qualities that last, and improve
with time. We live, I regret to say, in an age of surfaces. [To Cecily.] Come
over here, dear. [Cecily goes across.] Pretty child! your dress is sadly
simple, and your hair seems almost as Nature might have left it. But we can
soon alter all that. A thoroughly experienced French maid produces a really
marvellous result in a very brief space of time. I remember recommending
one to young Lady Lancing, and after three months her own husband did
not know her.
Jack. And after six months nobody knew her.
Lady Bracknell. [Glares at Jack for a few moments. Then bends, with a
practised smile, to Cecily.] Kindly turn round, sweet child. [Cecily turns
completely round.] No, the side view is what I want. [Cecily presents her
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profile.] Yes, quite as I expected. There are distinct social possibilities in
your profile. The two weak points in our age are its want of principle and its
want of profile. The chin a little higher, dear. Style largely depends on the
way the chin is worn. They are worn very high, just at present. Algernon!
Algernon. Yes, Aunt Augusta!
Lady Bracknell. There are distinct social possibilities in Miss Cardew’s
profile.
Algernon. Cecily is the sweetest, dearest, prettiest girl in the whole
world. And I don’t care twopence about social possibilities.
Lady Bracknell. Never speak disrespectfully of Society, Algernon. Only
people who can’t get into it do that. [To Cecily.] Dear child, of course you
know that Algernon has nothing but his debts to depend upon. But I do not
approve of mercenary marriages. When I married Lord Bracknell I had no
fortune of any kind. But I never dreamed for a moment of allowing that to
stand in my way. Well, I suppose I must give my consent.
Algernon. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.
Lady Bracknell. Cecily, you may kiss me!
Cecily. [Kisses her.] Thank you, Lady Bracknell.
Lady Bracknell. You may also address me as Aunt Augusta for the future.
Cecily. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.
Lady Bracknell. The marriage, I think, had better take place quite soon.
Algernon. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.
Cecily. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.
Lady Bracknell. To speak frankly, I am not in favour of long
engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each other’s
character before marriage, which I think is never advisable.
Jack. I beg your pardon for interrupting you, Lady Bracknell, but this
engagement is quite out of the question. I am Miss Cardew’s guardian, and
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she cannot marry without my consent until she comes of age. That consent
I absolutely decline to give.
Lady Bracknell. Upon what grounds may I ask? Algernon is an extremely, I
may almost say an ostentatiously, eligible young man. He has nothing, but
he looks everything. What more can one desire?
Jack. It pains me very much to have to speak frankly to you, Lady Bracknell,
about your nephew, but the fact is that I do not approve at all of his moral
character. I suspect him of being untruthful. [Algernon and Cecily look at
him in indignant amazement.]
Lady Bracknell. Untruthful! My nephew Algernon? Impossible! He is an
Oxonian.
Jack. I fear there can be no possible doubt about the matter. This
afternoon during my temporary absence in London on an important
question of romance, he obtained admission to my house by means of the
false pretence of being my brother. Under an assumed name he drank, I’ve
just been informed by my butler, an entire pint bottle of my Perrier-Jouet,
Brut, ’89; wine I was specially reserving for myself. Continuing his
disgraceful deception, he succeeded in the course of the afternoon in
alienating the affections of my only ward. He subsequently stayed to tea,
and devoured every single muffin. And what makes his conduct all the more
heartless is, that he was perfectly well aware from the first that I have no
brother, that I never had a brother, and that I don’t intend to have a
brother, not even of any kind. I distinctly told him so myself yesterday
afternoon.
Lady Bracknell. Ahem! Mr. Worthing, after careful consideration I have
decided entirely to overlook my nephew’s conduct to you.
Jack. That is very generous of you, Lady Bracknell. My own decision,
however, is unalterable. I decline to give my consent.
Lady Bracknell. [To Cecily.] Come here, sweet child. [Cecily goes
over.] How old are you, dear?
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Cecily. Well, I am really only eighteen, but I always admit to twenty when I
go to evening parties.
Lady Bracknell. You are perfectly right in making some slight
alteration. Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her
age. It looks so calculating . . . [In a meditative manner.] Eighteen, but
admitting to twenty at evening parties. Well, it will not be very long before
you are of age and free from the restraints of tutelage. So I don’t think your
guardian’s consent is, after all, a matter of any importance.
Jack. Pray excuse me, Lady Bracknell, for interrupting you again, but it is
only fair to tell you that according to the terms of her grandfather’s will Miss
Cardew does not come legally of age till she is thirty-five.
Lady Bracknell. That does not seem to me to be a grave objection. Thirty�five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very
highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for
years. Lady Dumbleton is an instance in point. To my own knowledge she
has been thirty-five ever since she arrived at the age of forty, which was
many years ago now. I see no reason why our dear Cecily should not be
even still more attractive at the age you mention than she is at
present. There will be a large accumulation of property.
Cecily. Algy, could you wait for me till I was thirty-five?
Algernon. Of course I could, Cecily. You know I could.
Cecily. Yes, I felt it instinctively, but I couldn’t wait all that time. I hate
waiting even five minutes for anybody. It always makes me rather cross. I
am not punctual myself, I know, but I do like punctuality in others, and
waiting, even to be married, is quite out of the question.
Algernon. Then what is to be done, Cecily?
Cecily. I don’t know, Mr. Moncrieff.
Lady Bracknell. My dear Mr. Worthing, as Miss Cardew states positively that
she cannot wait till she is thirty-five—a remark which I am bound to say
seems to me to show a somewhat impatient nature—I would beg of you to
reconsider your decision.
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Jack. But my dear Lady Bracknell, the matter is entirely in your own
hands. The moment you consent to my marriage with Gwendolen, I will
most gladly allow your nephew to form an alliance with my ward.
Lady Bracknell. [Rising and drawing herself up.] You must be quite aware
that what you propose is out of the question.
Jack. Then a passionate celibacy is all that any of us can look forward to.
Lady Bracknell. That is not the destiny I propose for Gwendolen. Algernon,
of course, can choose for himself. [Pulls out her watch.] Come, dear,
[Gwendolen rises] we have already missed five, if not six, trains. To miss any
more might expose us to comment on the platform.
[Enter Dr. Chasuble.]
Chasuble. Everything is quite ready for the christenings.
Lady Bracknell. The christenings, sir! Is not that somewhat premature?
Chasuble. [Looking rather puzzled, and pointing
to Jack and Algernon.] Both these gentlemen have expressed a desire for
immediate baptism.
Lady Bracknell. At their age? The idea is grotesque and
irreligious! Algernon, I forbid you to be baptized. I will not hear of such
excesses. Lord Bracknell would be highly displeased if he learned that that
was the way in which you wasted your time and money.
Chasuble. Am I to understand then that there are to be no christenings at all
this afternoon?
Jack. I don’t think that, as things are now, it would be of much practical
value to either of us, Dr. Chasuble.
Chasuble. I am grieved to hear such sentiments from you, Mr.
Worthing. They savour of the heretical views of the Anabaptists, views that
I have completely refuted in four of my unpublished sermons. However, as
your present mood seems to be one peculiarly secular, I will return to the
church at once. Indeed, I have just been informed by the pew-opener that
for the last hour and a half Miss Prism has been waiting for me in the vestry.
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Clothes mentioned:
- Miss Cardew's dress (described as "sadly simple")
- Cecily's profile (mentioned in relation to her appearance)
Lighting cues: None mentioned in the scene.
Sound cues: None mentioned in the scene.
Clothes mentioned in the scene:
- Miss Cardew's dress
- Cecily's dress
- Lady Bracknell's clothes
In this scene, there are no specific lighting cues or sound cues mentioned.
As for the clothes mentioned in the scene:
- Miss Cardew: mentioned in relation to her birth, baptism, and registration certificates. No specific clothes mentioned.
- Lady Bracknell: mentioned as wearing a dress and having her hair styled by a French maid.
- Cecily: mentioned as wearing a dress that Lady Bracknell sees as "sadly simple".
- Algernon: no specific clothes mentioned.
- Dr. Chasuble: mentioned as a clergyman, so he is likely wearing traditional clerical clothing.
- Miss Prism: mentioned as waiting for Dr. Chasuble in the vestry, but no specific clothes mentioned.
Please note that while clothes are mentioned, there is no detailed description provided, so the specific styles or colors of the clothes are left to interpretation.