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Charming fellow, Gerald Arbuthnot!

Mrs. Allonby. He is very nice; very nice indeed. But I can’t stand the American young lady.

Lord Illingworth. Why?

Mrs. Allonby. She told me yesterday, and in quite a loud voice too, that she was only eighteen. It was most annoying.

Lord Illingworth. One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that, would tell one anything.

Mrs. Allonby. She is a Puritan besides�

Lord Illingworth. Ah, that is inexcusable. I don’t mind plain women being Puritans. It is the only excuse they have for being plain. But she is decidedly pretty. I admire her immensely. [Looks steadfastly at Mrs. Allonby.]

Mrs. Allonby. What a thoroughly bad man you must be!

Lord Illingworth. What do you call a bad man?

Mrs. Allonby. The