The Importance of Being Earnest Oscar Wilde (english love story books txt) 📖

epub:type="z3998:persona">Algernon My dear fellow, it isn’t easy to be anything nowadays. There’s such a lot of beastly competition about. The sound of an electric bell is heard. Ah! that must be Aunt Augusta. Only relatives, or creditors, ever ring in that Wagnerian manner. Now, if I get her out of the way for ten minutes, so that you can have an opportunity for proposing to Gwendolen, may I dine with you tonight at Willis’s? Jack I suppose so, if you want to. Algernon Yes, but you must be serious about it. I hate people who are not serious about meals. It is so shallow of them. Enter Lane. Lane Lady Bracknell and Miss Fairfax. Algernon goes forward to meet them. Enter Lady Bracknell and Gwendolen. Lady Bracknell Good afternoon, dear Algernon, I hope you are behaving very well. Algernon I’m feeling very well, Aunt Augusta. Lady Bracknell That’s not quite the same thing. In fact the two things rarely go together. Sees Jack and bows to him with icy coldness. Algernon To Gwendolen. Dear me, you are smart! Gwendolen I am always smart! Am I not, Mr. Worthing? Jack You’re quite perfect, Miss Fairfax. Gwendolen Oh! I hope I am not that. It would leave no room for developments, and I intend to develop in many directions. Gwendolen and Jack sit down together in the corner. Lady Bracknell I’m sorry if we are a little late, Algernon, but I was obliged to call on dear Lady Harbury. I hadn’t been there since her poor husband’s death. I never saw a woman so altered; she looks quite twenty years younger. And now I’ll have a cup of tea, and one of those nice cucumber sandwiches you promised me. Algernon Certainly, Aunt Augusta. Goes over to tea-table. Lady Bracknell Won’t you come and sit here, Gwendolen? Gwendolen Thanks, mamma, I’m quite comfortable where I am. Algernon Picking up empty plate in horror. Good heavens! Lane! Why are there no cucumber sandwiches? I ordered them specially. Lane Gravely. There were no cucumbers in the market this morning, sir. I went down twice. Algernon No cucumbers! Lane No, sir. Not even for ready money. Algernon That will do, Lane, thank you. Lane Thank you, sir. Goes out. Algernon I am greatly distressed, Aunt Augusta, about there being no cucumbers, not even for ready money. Lady Bracknell It really makes no matter, Algernon. I had some crumpets with Lady Harbury, who seems to me to be living entirely for pleasure now. Algernon I hear her hair has turned quite gold from grief. Lady Bracknell It certainly has changed its colour. From what cause I, of course, cannot say. Algernon crosses and hands tea. Thank you. I’ve quite a treat for you tonight, Algernon. I am going to send you down with Mary Farquhar. She is such a nice woman, and so attentive to her husband. It’s delightful to watch them. Algernon I am afraid, Aunt Augusta, I shall have to give up the pleasure of dining with you tonight after all. Lady Bracknell Frowning. I hope not, Algernon. It would put my table completely out. Your uncle would have to dine upstairs. Fortunately he is accustomed to that. Algernon It is a great bore, and, I need hardly say, a terrible disappointment to me, but the fact is I have just had a telegram to say that my poor friend Bunbury is very ill again. Exchanges glances with Jack. They seem to think I should be with him. Lady Bracknell It is very strange. This Mr. Bunbury seems to suffer from curiously bad health. Algernon Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid. Lady Bracknell Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shilly-shallying with the question is absurd. Nor do I in any way approve of the modern sympathy with invalids. I consider it morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others. Health is the primary duty of life. I am always telling that to your poor uncle, but he never seems to take much notice⁠ ⁠… as far as any improvement in his ailment goes. I should be much obliged if you would ask Mr. Bunbury, from me, to be kind enough not to have a relapse on Saturday, for I rely on you to arrange my music for me. It is my last reception, and one wants something that will encourage conversation, particularly at the end of the season when everyone has practically said whatever they had to say, which, in most cases, was probably not much. Algernon I’ll speak to Bunbury, Aunt Augusta, if he is still conscious, and I think I can promise you he’ll be all right by Saturday. Of course the music is a great difficulty. You see, if one plays good music, people don’t listen, and if one plays bad music people don’t talk. But I’ll run over the programme I’ve drawn out, if you will kindly come into the next room for a moment. Lady Bracknell Thank you, Algernon. It is very thoughtful of you. Rising, and following Algernon. I’m sure the programme will be delightful, after a few expurgations. French songs I cannot possibly allow. People always seem to think that they are improper, and either look shocked, which is vulgar, or laugh, which is worse. But German sounds a thoroughly respectable language, and indeed, I believe is so. Gwendolen, you will accompany me. Gwendolen Certainly, mamma. Lady Bracknell and Algernon go into the music-room, Gwendolen remains behind. Jack Charming day it has been, Miss Fairfax. Gwendolen Pray don’t talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me so nervous. Jack I do mean something else. Gwendolen I thought so. In fact, I am never wrong. Jack And I would like to be allowed to take advantage of Lady Bracknell’s temporary absence⁠ ⁠… Gwendolen I would certainly advise you