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A Woman of No Importance

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

[Enter GERALD and HESTER from the garden.]

GERALD. 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. ARBUTHNOT. My boy! My boy! My boy! [Running her fingers
through his hair.]

HESTER. [Coming over.] But you have two children now. You'll let
me be your daughter?

MRS. ARBUTHNOT. [Looking up.] Would you choose me for a mother?

HESTER. 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.]

GERALD. Hallo, mother, whose glove is this? You have had a
visitor. Who was it?

MRS. ARBUTHNOT. [Turning round.] Oh! no one. No one in
particular. A man of no importance.

CURTAIN





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