me as you did. Why, you gave yourself to me like a flower, to do anything I liked with. You were the prettiest of playthings, the most fascinating of small romances. . . . [Pulls out watch.] Quarter to two! Must be strolling back to Hunstanton. Don't suppose I shall see you there again. I'm sorry, I am, really. It 's been an amusing experience to have met amongst people of one's own rank, and treated quite seriously too, one's mistress, and one's
[MRS. ARBUTHNOT snatches up glove and strikes LORD ILLINGWORTH across the face with it. LORD ILLINGWORTH starts. He is dazed by the insult of his punishment. Then he controls himself, and goes to window and looks out at his son. Sighs and leaves the room.]
MRS. ARBUTHNOT
[Falls sobbing on the sofa.] He would have said it. He would have said it.
[Enter GERALD and HESTER from the garden.]
