Part 2

ACT II. Morning-room in Sir Robert Chiltern’s House.

ACT III. The Library of Lord Goring’s House in Curzon Street.

ACT IV. Same as Act II.

TIME: The Present

PLACE: London.

The action of the play is completed within twenty-four hours.

THEATRE ROYAL, HAYMARKET

Sole Lessee: Mr. Herbert Beerbohm Tree

Managers: Mr. Lewis Waller and Mr. H. H. Morell

January 3rd, 1895

THE EARL OF CAVERSHAM Mr. Alfred Bishop. VISCOUNT GORING Mr. Charles H. Hawtrey. SIR ROBERT CHILTERN Mr. Lewis Waller. VICOMTE DE NANJAC Mr. Cosmo Stuart. MR. MONTFORD Mr. Harry Stanford. PHIPPS Mr. C. H. Brookfield. MASON Mr. H. Deane. JAMES Mr. Charles Meyrick. HAROLD Mr. Goodhart. LADY CHILTERN Miss Julia Neilson. LADY MARKBY Miss Fanny Brough. COUNTESS OF BASILDON Miss Vane Featherston. MRS. MARCHMONT Miss Helen Forsyth. MISS MABEL CHILTERN Miss Maud Millet. MRS. CHEVELEY Miss Florence West.

FIRST ACT

SCENE

The octagon room at Sir Robert Chiltern’s house in Grosvenor Square.

MRS. MARCHMONT. Going on to the Hartlocks’ to-night, Margaret?

LADY BASILDON. I suppose so. Are you?

MRS. MARCHMONT. Yes. Horribly tedious parties they give, don’t they?

LADY BASILDON. Horribly tedious! Never know why I go. Never know why I go anywhere.

MRS. MARCHMONT. I come here to be educated.

LADY BASILDON. Ah! I hate being educated!

MRS. MARCHMONT. So do I. It puts one almost on a level with the commercial classes, doesn’t it? But dear Gertrude Chiltern is always telling me that I should have some serious purpose in life. So I come here to try to find one.

LADY BASILDON. [Looking round through her lorgnette.] I don’t see anybody here to-night whom one could possibly call a serious purpose. The man who took me in to dinner talked to me about his wife the whole time.

MRS. MARCHMONT. How very trivial of him!

LADY BASILDON. Terribly trivial! What did your man talk about?

MRS. MARCHMONT. About myself.

LADY BASILDON. [Languidly.] And were you interested?

MRS. MARCHMONT. [Shaking her head.] Not in the smallest degree.

LADY BASILDON. What martyrs we are, dear Margaret!