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Gwendolen: I think it would be an admirable opportunity. The subject has not even been touched on. Nothing has been said at all about marriage. You know that I love you, and you led me to believe, Miss Fairfax, that you were not absolutely indifferent to me. Jack: Gwendolen, I must get christened at once-I mean we must get married at once. She would probably never be allowed to know the entrancing pleasure of a single moment’s solitude. Besides, Jack is a notorious domesticity for John! And I pity any woman who is married to a man called John.

I have known several Jacks, and they all, without exception, were more than usually plain. No, there is very little music in the name Jack, if any at all, indeed. I think Jack, for instance, a charming name.

Jack: Well, really, Gwendolen, I must say that I think there are lots of other much nicer names. Jack: Personally, darling, to speak quite candidly, I don’t much care about the name of Ernest. Gwendolen: Ah! that is clearly a metaphysical speculation, and like most metaphysical speculations has very little reference at all to the actual facts of real life, as we know them. But supposing it was something else? Do you mean to say you couldn’t love me then? Jack: But you don’t really mean to say that you couldn’t love me if my name wasn’t Ernest? Jack: Darling! You don’t know how happy you’ve made me. The moment Algernon first mentioned to me that he had a friend called Ernest, I knew I was destined to love you. There is something in that name that inspires absolute confidence. The fact is constantly mentioned in the more expensive monthly magazines, and has reached the provincial pulpits, I am told and my ideal has always been to love some one of the name of Ernest. Even before I met you I was far from indifferent to you.

For me you have always had an irresistible fascination. And I often wish that in public, at any rate, you had been more demonstrative.