Lady Windermere's Fan - Oscar Wilde - Bog

Morning-room of Lord Windermere's house in Carlton House Terrace. Doors C. and R. Bureau with books and papers R. Sofa with small tea-table L. Window opening on to terrace L. Table R. [Lady Windermere is at table R., arranging roses in a blue bowl.] [Enter Parker.] Parker. Is your ladyship at home this afternoon? Lady Windermere. Yes-who has called? Parker. Lord Darlington, my lady. Lady Windermere. [Hesitates for a moment.] Show him up-and I'm at home to any one who calls. Parker. Yes, my lady. [Exit C.] Lady Windermere. It's best for me to see him before to-night. I'm glad he's come. [Enter Parker C.] Parker. Lord Darlington, [Enter Lord Darlington C.] [Exit Parker.] Lord Darlington. How do you do, Lady Windermere? Lady Windermere. How do you do, Lord Darlington? No, I can't shake hands with you. My hands are all wet with these roses. Aren't they lovely? They came up from Selby this morning. Lord Darlington. They are quite perfect. [Sees a fan lying on the table.] And what a wonderful fan! May I look at it?