the face with it. Lord Illingworth starts. He is dazed by the insult of his punishment. Then he controls himself, and goes to window a looks out at his

son. Sighs, and leaves the Room.]

MRS. ARB. [Falls sobbing on the sofa.] He would have said it. He

would have said it.

Enter Gerald and Hester from the garden.]

GER. Well, dear mother. You never came out after all. So we have
 come in to fetch you. Mother, you have not been crying? [Kneels
 down beside her.]
MRS. ARB. My boy! My boy! My boy! [Running her fingers through his
 hair.]
HES. [Coming over.] But you have two children now. You'll let me be
 your daughter?
MRS. ARB. [Looking up.] Would you choose me for a mother?

HES. You of all women I have ever known.

   [They move towards the door leading into garden with
  their arms round each other's waists. Gerald goes to
  table L.C. for his hat. On turning round he sees Lord

Illingworth’s glove lying on the floor, and picks it up.]

GER. Hallo, mother, whose glove is this? You have had a visitor.
 Who was it?
MRS. ARB. [Turning round.] Oh! no one. No one in particular. A man
 of no importance.

CURTAIN


THE END