sir robert chiltern
[Rising.] But you have not seen my Corots yet. They are in the music-room. Corots seem to go with music, don’t they? May I show them to you?
mrs. cheveley
[Shaking her head.] I am not in a mood to-night for silver twilights, or rose-pink dawns. I want to talk business. [Motions to him with her fan to sit down again beside her.]
·36· sir robert chiltern
I fear I have no advice to give you, Mrs. Cheveley, except to interest yourself in something less dangerous. The success of the Canal depends, of course, on the attitude of England, and I am going to lay the report of the Commissioners before the House to-morrow night.
mrs. cheveley
That you must not do. In your own interests, Sir Robert, to say nothing of mine, you must not do that.
sir robert chiltern
[Looking at her in wonder.] In my own interests? My dear Mrs. Cheveley, what do you mean? [Sits down beside her.]
mrs. cheveley
Sir Robert, I will be quite frank with you. I want you to withdraw the report that you had intended to lay before the House, on the ground that you have reasons to believe that the Commissioners have been prejudiced or misinformed, or something. Then I want you to say a few words to the effect that the Government is going to reconsider the question, and that you have reason to believe that the Canal, if completed, will be of great international value. You know the sort of things ministers say in cases of this kind. A few ordinary platitudes will do. In modern life nothing produces such an ·37· effect as a good platitude. It makes the whole world kin. Will you do that for me?
sir robert chiltern
Mrs. Cheveley, you cannot be serious in making me such a proposition!
mrs. cheveley
I am quite serious.
sir robert chiltern
[Coldly.] Pray allow me to believe that you are not!
mrs. cheveley
[Speaking with great deliberation and emphasis.] Ah! but I am. And, if you do what I ask you, I … will pay you very handsomely!
sir robert chiltern
Pay me!
mrs. cheveley
Yes.
sir robert chiltern
I am afraid I don’t quite understand what you mean.
·38· mrs. cheveley
[Leaning back on the sofa and looking at him.] How very disappointing! And I have come all the way from Vienna in order that you should thoroughly understand me.
sir robert chiltern
I fear I don’t.
mrs. cheveley
[In her most nonchalant manner.] My dear Sir Robert, you are a man of the world, and you have your price, I suppose. Everybody has nowadays. The drawback is that most people are so dreadfully expensive. I know I am. I hope you will be more reasonable in your terms.
sir robert chiltern
[Rises indignantly.] If you will allow me, I will call your carriage for you. You have lived so long abroad, Mrs. Cheveley, that you seem to be unable to realize that you are talking to an English gentleman.
mrs. cheveley
[Detains him by touching his arm with her fan, and keeping it there while she is talking.] I realize that I am talking to a man who laid the foundation of his fortune by selling to a Stock Exchange speculator a Cabinet secret.
·39· sir robert chiltern
[Biting his lip.] What do you mean?
mrs. cheveley
[Rising and facing him.] I mean that I know the real origin of your wealth and your career, and I have got your letter, too.
sir robert chiltern
What letter?
mrs. cheveley
[Contemptuously.] The letter you wrote to Baron Arnheim, when you were Lord Radley’s secretary, telling the Baron to buy Suez Canal shares—a letter written three days before the Government announced its own purchase.
sir robert chiltern
[Hoarsely.] It is not true.
mrs. cheveley
You thought that letter had been destroyed. How foolish of you! It is in my possession.
sir robert chiltern
The affair to which you allude was no more than a speculation. The House of Commons had not yet passed the bill; it might have been rejected.
·40· mrs. cheveley
It was a swindle, Sir Robert. Let us call things by their proper names. It makes everything simpler. And now I am going to sell you that letter, and the price I ask for it is your public support of the Argentine scheme. You made your own fortune out of one canal. You must help me and my friends to make our fortunes out of another!
sir robert chiltern
It is infamous, what you propose—infamous!
mrs. cheveley
Oh, no! This is the game of life as we all have to play it, Sir Robert, sooner or later!
sir robert chiltern
I cannot do what you ask me.
mrs. cheveley
You mean you cannot help doing it. You know you are standing on the edge of a precipice. And it is not for you to make terms. It is for you to accept them. Supposing you refuse——
sir robert chiltern
What then?
·41· mrs. cheveley
My dear Sir Robert, what then? You are ruined [E: ruined,] that is all! Remember to what a point your Puritanism in England has brought you. In old days nobody pretended to be a bit better than his neighbours. In fact, to be a bit better than one’s neighbour was considered excessively vulgar and middle-class. Nowadays, with our modern mania for morality, everyone has to pose as a paragon of purity, incorruptibility, and all the other seven deadly virtues—and what is the result? You all go over like ninepins—one after the other. Not
