Lady Windermere has just found out that her husband appears to be
Lord Windermere. Well, dear, has the fan been sent home yet? [Going R.C. Sees book.] Margaret, you have cut open my bank book. You have no right to do such a thing!
Lady Windermere. You think it wrong that you are found out, don’t you?
Lord Windermere. I think it wrong that a wife should spy on her husband.
Lady Windermere. I did not spy on you. I never knew of this woman’s existence till half an hour ago. Some one who pitied me was kind enough to tell me what every one in London knows already—your daily visits to Curzon Street, your mad infatuation, the monstrous sums of money you squander on this infamous woman! [Crossing L.]
Lord Windermere. Margaret! don’t talk like that of Mrs. Erlynne, you don’t know how unjust it is!
Lady Windermere. [Turning to him.] You are very
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