An Ideal Husband E-Book

Oscar Wilde

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• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

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mrs. marchmont. Going on to the Hartlocks' tonight, Margaret? lady basildon. I suppose so. Are you? mrs. marchmont. Yes. Horribly tedious parties they give, don't they? lady basildon. Horribly tedious! Never know why I go. Never know why I go anywhere. mrs. marchmont. I come here to be educated. lady basildon. Ah! I hate being educated! mrs. marchmont. So do I. It puts one almost on a level with the commercial classes, doesn't it? But dear Gertrude Chiltern is always telling me that I should have some serious purpose in life. So I come here to try to find one. lady basildon. [Looking round through her lorgnette.] I don't see anybody here tonight whom one could possibly call a serious purpose. The man who took me in to dinner talked to me about his wife the whole time.

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An Ideal Husband

An Ideal HusbandTHE PERSONS OF THE PLAYTHE SCENES OF THE PLAYFIRST ACTSECOND ACTTHIRD ACTFOURTH ACTCopyright

An Ideal Husband

Oscar Wilde

THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY

THE EARL OF CAVERSHAM, K.G.VISCOUNT GORING, his SonSIR ROBERT CHILTERN, Bart., Under-Secretary for Foreign AffairsVICOMTE DE NANJAC, Attaché at the French Embassy in LondonMR. MONTFORDMASON, Butler to Sir Robert ChilternPHIPPS, Lord Goring’s ServantJAMES   }HAROLD  } FootmenLADY CHILTERNLADY MARKBYTHE COUNTESS OF BASILDONMRS. MARCHMONTMISS MABEL CHILTERN, Sir Robert Chiltern’s SisterMRS. CHEVELEY

THE SCENES OF THE PLAY

Act I. The Octagon Room in Sir Robert Chiltern’s House in Grosvenor Square.Act II. Morning-room in Sir Robert Chiltern’s House.Act III. The Library of Lord Goring’s House in Curzon Street.Act IV. Same as Act II.Time:The PresentPlace:London.The action of the play is completed within twenty-four hours.

FIRST ACT

SCENEThe octagon room at Sir Robert Chiltern’s house in Grosvenor Square.[The room is brilliantly lighted and full of guests. At the top of the staircase standslady chiltern,a woman of grave Greek beauty,about twenty-seven years of age. She receives the guests as they come up. Over the well of the staircase hangs a great chandelier with wax lights,which illumine a large eighteenth-century French tapestry—representing the Triumph of Love,from a design by Boucher—that is stretched on the staircase wall. On the right is the entrance to the music-room. The sound of a string quartette is faintly heard. The entrance on the left leads to other reception-rooms.  mrs. marchmontandlady basildon,two very pretty women,are seated together on a Louis Seize sofa. They are types of exquisite fragility. Their affectation of manner has a delicate charm. Watteau would have loved to paint them.]mrs. marchmont.  Going on to the Hartlocks’ to-night, Margaret?lady basildon.  I suppose so.  Are you?mrs. marchmont.  Yes.  Horribly tedious parties they give, don’t they?lady basildon.  Horribly tedious!  Never know why I go.  Never know why I go anywhere.mrs. marchmont.  I come here to be educated.lady basildon.  Ah! I hate being educated!mrs. marchmont.  So do I.  It puts one almost on a level with the commercial classes, doesn’t it?  But dear Gertrude Chiltern is always telling me that I should have some serious purpose in life.  So I come here to try to find one.lady basildon.  [Looking round through her lorgnette.]  I don’t see anybody here to-night whom one could possibly call a serious purpose.  The man who took me in to dinner talked to me about his wife the whole time.mrs. marchmont.  How very trivial of him!lady basildon.  Terribly trivial!  What did your man talk about?mrs. marchmont.  About myself.lady basildon.  [Languidly.]  And were you interested?mrs. marchmont.  [Shaking her head.]  Not in the smallest degree.lady basildon.  What martyrs we are, dear Margaret!mrs. marchmont.  [Rising.]  And how well it becomes us, Olivia![They rise and go towards the music-room. Thevicomte de nanjac,a young attaché known for his neckties and his Anglomania,approaches with a low bow,and enters into conversation.]mason.  [Announcing guests from the top of the staircase.]  Mr. and Lady Jane Barford.  Lord Caversham.[Enterlord caversham,an old gentleman of seventy,wearing the riband and star of the Garter. A fine Whig type. Rather like a portrait by Lawrence.]lord caversham.  Good evening, Lady Chiltern!  Has my good-for-nothing young son been here?lady chiltern.  [Smiling.]  I don’t think Lord Goring has arrived yet.mabel chiltern.  [Coming up tolord caversham.]  Why do you call Lord Goring good-for-nothing?[mabel chilternis a perfect example of the English type of prettiness,the apple-blossom type. She has all the fragrance and freedom of a flower. There is ripple after ripple of sunlight in her hair,and the little mouth,with its parted lips,is expectant,like the mouth of a child. She has the fascinating tyranny of youth,and the astonishing courage of innocence. To sane people she is not reminiscent of any work of art. But she is really like a Tanagra statuette,and would be rather annoyed if she were told so.]lord caversham.  Because he leads such an idle life.mabel chiltern.  How can you say such a thing?  Why, he rides in the Row at ten o’clock in the morning, goes to the Opera three times a week, changes his clothes at least five times a day, and dines out every night of the season.  You don’t call that leading an idle life, do you?lord caversham.  [Looking at her with a kindly twinkle in his eyes.]  You are a very charming young lady!mabel chiltern.  How sweet of you to say that, Lord Caversham!  Do come to us more often.  You know we are always at home on Wednesdays, and you look so well with your star!lord caversham.  Never go anywhere now.  Sick of London Society.  Shouldn’t mind being introduced to my own tailor; he always votes on the right side.  But object strongly to being sent down to dinner with my wife’s milliner.  Never could stand Lady Caversham’s bonnets.mabel chiltern.  Oh, I love London Society!  I think it has immensely improved.  It is entirely composed now of beautiful idiots and brilliant lunatics.  Just what Society should be.lord caversham.  Hum!  Which is Goring?  Beautiful idiot, or the other thing?mabel chiltern.  [Gravely.]  I have been obliged for the present to put Lord Goring into a class quite by himself.  But he is developing charmingly!lord caversham.  Into what?mabel chiltern.  [With a little curtsey.]  I hope to let you know very soon, Lord Caversham!mason.  [Announcing guests.]  Lady Markby.  Mrs. Cheveley.[Enterlady markbyandmrs. cheveley.  lady markbyis a pleasant,kindly,popular woman,with gray hair à la marquise and good lace.  mrs. cheveley,who accompanies her,is tall and rather slight. Lips very thin and highly-coloured,a line of scarlet on a pallid face. Venetian red hair,aquiline nose,and long throat. Rouge accentuates the natural paleness of her complexion. Gray-green eyes that move restlessly. She is in heliotrope,with diamonds. She looks rather like an orchid,and makes great demands on one’s curiosity. In all her movements she is extremely graceful. A work of art,on the whole,but showing the influence of too many schools.]lady markby.  Good evening, dear Gertrude!  So kind of you to let me bring my friend, Mrs. Cheveley.  Two such charming women should know each other!lady chiltern.  [Advances towardsmrs. cheveleywith a sweet smile. Then suddenly stops,and bows rather distantly.]  I think Mrs. Cheveley and I have met before.  I did not know she had married a second time.lady markby.  [Genially.]  Ah, nowadays people marry as often as they can, don’t they?  It is most fashionable.  [Toduchess of maryborough.]  Dear Duchess, and how is the Duke?  Brain still weak, I suppose?  Well, that is only to be expected, is it not?  His good father was just the same.  There is nothing like race, is there?mrs. cheveley.  [Playing with her fan.]  But have we really met before, Lady Chiltern?  I can’t remember where.  I have been out of England for so long.lady chiltern.  We were at school together, Mrs. Cheveley.mrs. cheveley [Superciliously.]  Indeed?  I have forgotten all about my schooldays.  I have a vague impression that they were detestable.lady chiltern.  [Coldly.]  I am not surprised!mrs. cheveley.  [In her sweetest manner.]  Do you know, I am quite looking forward to meeting your clever husband, Lady Chiltern.  Since he has been at the Foreign Office, he has been so much talked of in Vienna.  They actually succeed in spelling his name right in the newspapers.  That in itself is fame, on the continent.lady chiltern.  I hardly think there will be much in common between you and my husband, Mrs. Cheveley!  [Moves away.]vicomte de nanjac.  Ah! chère Madame, queue surprise!  I have not seen you since Berlin!mrs. cheveley.  Not since Berlin, Vicomte.  Five years ago!vicomte de nanjac.  And you are younger and more beautiful than ever.  How do you manage it?mrs. cheveley.  By making it a rule only to talk to perfectly charming people like yourself.vicomte de nanjac.  Ah! you flatter me.  You butter me, as they say here.mrs. cheveley.  Do they say that here?  How dreadful of them!vicomte de nanjac.  Yes, they have a wonderful language.  It should be more widely known.[sir robert chilternenters. A man of forty,but looking somewhat younger. Clean-shaven,with finely-cut features,dark-haired and dark-eyed. A personality of mark. Not popular—few personalities are. But intensely admired by the few,and deeply respected by the many. The note of his manner is that of perfect distinction,with a slight touch of pride. One feels that he is conscious of the success he has made in life. A nervous temperament,with a tired look. The firmly-chiselled mouth and chin contrast strikingly with the romantic expression in the deep-set eyes. The variance is suggestive of an almost complete separation of passion and intellect,as though thought and emotion were each isolated in its own sphere through some violence of will-power. There is nervousness in the nostrils,and in the pale,thin,pointed hands. It would be inaccurate to call him picturesque. Picturesqueness cannot survive the House of Commons. But Vandyck would have liked to have painted his head.]sir robert chiltern.  Good evening, Lady Markby!  I hope you have brought Sir John with you?lady markby.  Oh! I have brought a much more charming person than Sir John.  Sir John’s temper since he has taken seriously to politics has become quite unbearable.  Really, now that the House of Commons is trying to become useful, it does a great deal of harm.sir robert chiltern.  I hope not, Lady Markby.  At any rate we do our best to waste the public time, don’t we?  But who is this charming person you have been kind enough to bring to us?lady markby.  Her name is Mrs. Cheveley!  One of the Dorsetshire Cheveleys, I suppose.  But I really don’t know.  Families are so mixed nowadays.  Indeed, as a rule, everybody turns out to be somebody else.sir robert chiltern.  Mrs. Cheveley?  I seem to know the name.lady markby.  She has just arrived from Vienna.sir robert chiltern.  Ah! yes.  I think I know whom you mean.lady markby.  Oh! she goes everywhere there, and has such pleasant scandals about all her friends.  I really must go to Vienna next winter.  I hope there is a good chef at the Embassy.sir robert chiltern.  If there is not, the Ambassador will certainly have to be recalled.  Pray point out Mrs. Cheveley to me.  I should like to see her.lady markby.  Let me introduce you.  [Tomrs. cheveley.]  My dear, Sir Robert Chiltern is dying to know you!sir robert chiltern.  [Bowing.]  Every one is dying to know the brilliant Mrs. Cheveley.  Our attachés at Vienna write to us about nothing else.mrs. cheveley.  Thank you, Sir Robert.  An acquaintance that begins with a compliment is sure to develop into a real friendship.  It starts in the right manner.  And I find that I know Lady Chiltern already.sir robert chiltern.  Really?mrs. cheveley.  Yes.  She has just reminded me that we were at school together.  I remember it perfectly now.  She always got the good conduct prize.  I have a distinct recollection of Lady Chiltern always getting the good conduct prize!sir robert chiltern.  [Smiling.]  And what prizes did you get, Mrs. Cheveley?mrs. cheveley.  My prizes came a little later on in life.  I don’t think any of them were for good conduct.  I forget!sir robert chiltern.  I am sure they were for something charming!mrs. cheveley.  I don’t know that women are always rewarded for being charming.  I think they are usually punished for it!  Certainly, more women grow old nowadays through the faithfulness of their admirers than through anything else!  At least that is the only way I can account for the terribly haggard look of most of your pretty women in London!sir robert chiltern.  What an appalling philosophy that sounds!  To attempt to classify you, Mrs. Cheveley, would be an impertinence.  But may I ask, at heart, are you an optimist or a pessimist?  Those seem to be the only two fashionable religions left to us nowadays.mrs. cheveley.  Oh, I’m neither.  Optimism begins in a broad grin, and Pessimism ends with blue spectacles.  Besides, they are both of them merely poses.sir robert chiltern.  You prefer to be natural?mrs. cheveley.  Sometimes.  But it is such a very difficult pose to keep up.sir robert chiltern.  What would those modern psychological novelists, of whom we hear so much, say to such a theory as that?mrs. cheveley.  Ah! the strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us.  Men can be analysed, women . . . merely adored.sir robert chiltern.  You think science cannot grapple with the problem of women?mrs. cheveley.  Science can never grapple with the irrational.  That is why it has no future before it, in this world.sir robert chiltern.  And women represent the irrational.mrs. cheveley.  Well-dressed women do.sir robert chiltern.  [With a polite bow.]  I fear I could hardly agree with you there.  But do sit down.  And now tell me, what makes you leave your brilliant Vienna for our gloomy London—or perhaps the question is indiscreet?mrs. cheveley.  Questions are never indiscreet.  Answers sometimes are.sir robert chiltern.  Well, at any rate, may I know if it is politics or pleasure?mrs. cheveley.  Politics are my only pleasure.  You see nowadays it is not fashionable to flirt till one is forty, or to be romantic till one is forty-five, so we poor women who are under thirty, or say we are, have nothing open to us but politics or philanthropy.  And philanthropy seems to me to have become simply the refuge of people who wish to annoy their fellow-creatures.  I prefer politics.  I think they are more . . . becoming!sir robert chiltern.  A political life is a noble career!mrs. cheveley.  Sometimes.  And sometimes it is a clever game, Sir Robert.  And sometimes it is a great nuisance.sir robert chiltern.  Which do you find it?mrs. cheveley.  I?  A combination of all three.  [Drops her fan.]sir robert chiltern.  [Picks up fan.]  Allow me!mrs. cheveley.  Thanks.sir robert chiltern.  But you have not told me yet what makes you honour London so suddenly.  Our season is almost over.mrs. cheveley.  Oh! I don’t care about the London season!  It is too matrimonial.  People are either hunting for husbands, or hiding from them.  I wanted to meet you.  It is quite true.  You know what a woman’s curiosity is.  Almost as great as a man’s!  I wanted immensely to meet you, and . . . to ask you to do something for me.sir robert chiltern.  I hope it is not a little thing, Mrs. Cheveley.  I find that little things are so very difficult to do.mrs. cheveley.  [After a moment’s reflection.]  No, I don’t think it is quite a little thing.sir robert chiltern.  I am so glad.  Do tell me what it is.mrs. cheveley.  Later on.  [Rises.]  And now may I walk through your beautiful house?  I hear your pictures are charming.  Poor Baron Arnheim—you remember the Baron?—used to tell me you had some wonderful Corots.sir robert chiltern.  [With an almost imperceptible start.]  Did you know Baron Arnheim well?mrs. cheveley.  [Smiling.]  Intimately.  Did you?sir robert chiltern.  At one time.mrs. cheveley.  Wonderful man, wasn’t he?sir robert chiltern.  [After a pause.]  He was very remarkable, in many ways.mrs. cheveley.  I often think it such a pity he never wrote his memoirs.  They would have been most interesting.sir robert chiltern.  Yes: he knew men and cities well, like the old Greek.mrs. cheveley.  Without the dreadful disadvantage of having a Penelope waiting at home for him.mason.  Lord Goring.[Enterlord goring. Thirty-four,but always says he is younger. A well-bred,expressionless face. He is clever,but would not like to be thought so. A flawless dandy,he would be annoyed if he were considered romantic. He plays with life,and is on perfectly good terms with the world. He is fond of being misunderstood. It gives him a post of vantage.]sir robert chiltern.  Good evening, my dear Arthur!  Mrs. Cheveley, allow me to introduce to you Lord Goring, the idlest man in London.mrs. cheveley.  I have met Lord Goring before.lord goring.  [Bowing.]  I did not think you would remember me, Mrs. Cheveley.mrs. cheveley.  My memory is under admirable control.  And are you still a bachelor?lord goring.  I . . . believe so.mrs. cheveley.  How very romantic!lord goring.  Oh! I am not at all romantic.  I am not old enough.  I leave romance to my seniors.sir robert chiltern.  Lord Goring is the result of Boodle’s Club, Mrs. Cheveley.mrs. cheveley.  He reflects every credit on the institution.lord goring.  May I ask are you staying in London long?mrs. cheveley.  That depends partly on the weather, partly on the cooking, and partly on Sir Robert.sir robert chiltern.  You are not going to plunge us into a European war, I hope?mrs. cheveley.  There is no danger, at present![She nods tolord goring,with a look of amusement in her eyes,and goes out withsir robert chiltern.  lord goringsaunters over tomabel chiltern.]mabel chiltern.  You are very late!lord goring.  Have you missed me?mabel chiltern.  Awfully!lord goring.  Then I am sorry I did not stay away longer.  I like being missed.mabel chiltern.  How very selfish of you!lord goring.  I am very selfish.mabel chiltern.  You are always telling me of your bad qualities, Lord Goring.lord goring.  I have only told you half of them as yet, Miss Mabel!mabel chiltern.  Are the others very bad?lord goring.  Quite dreadful!  When I think of them at night I go to sleep at once.mabel chiltern.  Well, I delight in your bad qualities.  I wouldn’t have you part with one of them.lord goring.  How very nice of you!  But then you are always nice.  By the way, I want to ask you a question, Miss Mabel.  Who brought Mrs. Cheveley here?  That woman in heliotrope, who has just gone out of the room with your brother?mabel chiltern.  Oh, I think Lady Markby brought her.  Why do you ask?lord goring.  I haven’t seen her for years, that is all.mabel chiltern.  What an absurd reason!lord goring.  All reasons are absurd.mabel chiltern.  What sort of a woman is she?lord goring.  Oh! a genius in the daytime and a beauty at night!mabel chiltern.  I dislike her already.lord goring.  That shows your admirable good taste.vicomte de nanjac.  [Approaching.]  Ah, the English young lady is the dragon of good taste, is she not?  Quite the dragon of good taste.lord goring.  So the newspapers are always telling us.vicomte de nanjac.  I read all your English newspapers.  I find them so amusing.lord goring.  Then, my dear Nanjac, you must certainly read between the lines.vicomte de nanjac.  I should like to, but my professor objects.  [Tomabel chiltern.]  May I have the pleasure of escorting you to the music-room, Mademoiselle?mabel chiltern.  [Looking very disappointed.]  Delighted, Vicomte, quite delighted!  [Turning tolord goring.]  Aren’t you coming to the music-room?lord goring.  Not if there is any music going on, Miss Mabel.mabel chiltern.  [Severely