ABSTRACT
LORD WINDERMERE: Your carriage has not come back yet, Mrs. Erlynne. MRS ERLYNNE: It makes no matter. I’ll take a hansom. There is nothing in
the world so respectable as a good Shrewsbury and Talbot. And now, dear Lady Windermere, I am afraid it is really good-bye. {Moves up C.) Oh, I remember. You’ll think me absurd, but do you know I’ve taken a great fancy to this fan that I was silly enough to run away with last night from your ball. Now, I wonder would you give it to me? Lord Windermere says you may. I know it is his present.
