Gwendolen.
Mr. Worthing, I have something very particular to ask you.
Much depends on your reply.
Cecily.
Gwendolen, your common sense is invaluable.
Mr. Moncrieff, kindly answer me the following question.
Why did you pretend to be my guardian's brother?
Algernon.
In order that I might have an opportunity of meeting you.
Cecily. [To Gwendolen.] That certainly seems a satisfactory explanation, does it not?
Gwendolen.
Yes, dear, if you can believe him.
Cecily.
I don't.
But that does not affect the wonderful beauty of his answer.
Gwendolen.
True.
In matters of grave importance, style, not sincerity is the vital thing.
Mr. Worthing, what explanation can you offer to me for pretending to have a brother?
Was it in order that you might have an opportunity of coming up to town to see me as often as possible?
Jack.
Can you doubt it, Miss Fairfax?
Gwendolen.
I have the gravest doubts upon the subject.
But I intend to crush them.
This is not the moment for German scepticism. [Moving to Cecily.] Their explanations appear to be quite satisfactory, especially Mr. Worthing's.
That seems to me to have the stamp of truth upon it.
Cecily.
I am more than content with what Mr. Moncrieff said.
His voice alone inspires one with absolute credulity.
Gwendolen.
Then you think we should forgive them?
Cecily.
Yes.
I mean no.
Gwendolen.
True!
I had forgotten.
There are principles at stake that one cannot surrender.
Which of us should tell them?
The task is not a pleasant one.
Cecily.
Could we not both speak at the same time?
Gwendolen.
An excellent idea!
I nearly always speak at the same time as other people.
Will you take the time from me?
Cecily.
Certainly.
[Gwendolen beats time with uplifted finger.]