marvellous result in a very
brief space of time. I remember recommending one to young Lady Lancing,
and after three months her own husband did not know her.

Jack. And after six months nobody knew her.

Lady Bracknell. [Glares at Jack for a few moments. Then bends, with a
practised smile, to Cecily.] Kindly turn round, sweet child. [Cecily
turns completely round.] No, the side view is what I want. [Cecily
presents her profile.] Yes, quite as I expected. There are distinct
social possibilities in your profile. The two weak points in our age are
its want of principle and its want of profile. The chin a little higher,
dear. Style largely depends on the way the chin is worn. They are worn
very high, just at present. Algernon!

Algernon. Yes, Aunt Augusta!

Lady Bracknell. There are distinct social possibilities in Miss Cardew's
profile.

Algernon. Cecily is the sweetest, dearest, prettiest girl in the whole
world. And I don't care twopence about social possibilities.

Lady Bracknell. Never speak disrespectfully of Society, Algernon. Only
people who can't get into it do that. [To Cecily.] Dear child, of
course you know that Algernon has nothing but his debts to depend upon.
But I do not approve of mercenary marriages. When I married Lord
Bracknell I had no fortune of any kind. But I never dreamed for a moment
of allowing that to stand in my way. Well, I suppose I must give my
consent.

Algernon. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.

Lady Bracknell. Cecily, you may kiss me!

Cecily. [Kisses her.] Thank you, Lady Bracknell.

Lady Bracknell. You may also address me as Aunt Augusta for the future.

Cecily. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.

Lady Bracknell. The marriage, I think, had better take place quite soon.

Algernon. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.

Cecily. Thank you, Aunt Augusta.

Lady Bracknell. To speak frankly, I am not in favour of long
engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each
other's character before marriage, which I think is never advisable.

Jack. I beg your pardon for interrupting you, Lady Bracknell, but this
engagement is quite out of the question. I am Miss Cardew's guardian,
and she cannot marry without my consent until she comes of age. That
consent I absolutely decline to give.

Lady Bracknell. Upon what grounds may I ask? Algernon is an extremely,
I may almost say an ostentatiously, eligible young man. He has nothing,
but he looks everything.