But after all, who has the right to cast a stone against one who has suffered? Lady Bracknell. Gwendolen. I killed Bunbury this afternoon. Lady Bracknell. Goodbye, Lady Bracknell. That lady is Miss Cecily Cardew, my ward. What do you think this means, Lady Bracknell? [Clasps hands with Algernon.]. May I ask if it is in this house that your invalid friend Mr. Bunbury resides? I have also in my possession, you will be pleased to hear, certificates of Miss Cardew's birth, baptism, whooping cough, registration, vaccination, confirmation, and the measles; both the German and the English variety. Jack. But we are going to be christened this afternoon. [Miss Prism approaches in a humble manner.] Lady Bracknell. Cecily is the sweetest, dearest, prettiest girl in the whole world. Cecily. Exit Merriman.]. You've been inactive for a while, logging you out in a few seconds... SCENEMorning-room in Algernon's flat in Half-Moon Street. I did my best, however, though I was out of practice. Lady Bracknell has learned the worth of certain characteristics, and has learned how to obtain those characteristics if they are lacking. The bag is undoubtedly mine. Miss Prism grows pale and quails. So I don't think your guardian's consent is, after all, a matter of any importance. Cecily. I was not aware that Mr. Bunbury was interested in social legislation. The Importance of Being Earnest Full Text. Algernon, of course, can choose for himself. Jack. When did Mr. Bunbury die? Was it in order that you might have an opportunity of coming up to town to see me as often as possible? Lady Bracknell. He seems to have had great confidence in the opinion of his physicians. Her unhappy father is, I am glad to say, under the impression that she is attending a more than usually lengthy lecture by the University Extension Scheme on the Influence of a permanent income on Thought. Both these gentlemen have expressed a desire for immediate baptism. How extremely kind of you, Lady Bracknell! Come here, Prism! Lady Bracknell. Few girls of the present day have any really solid qualities, any of the qualities that last, and improve with time. Let me know the worst. Your guardian has a very emotional nature. Gwendolen. Cecily. I always told you, Gwendolen, my name was Ernest, didn't I? You have never behaved to me like a brother in all your life. I had forgotten that in an extravagant mood I had had them placed there. Then I was christened! She approaches; she is nigh. You know I could. Miss Prism, more is restored to you than this hand-bag. Lady Bracknell, I hate to seem inquisitive, but would you kindly inform me who I am? Gwendolen. [Recoiling in indignant astonishment.] Lord Bracknell would be highly displeased if he learned that that was the way in which you wasted your time and money. The garden, an old-fashioned one, full of roses.