The Fan Page #3

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Really, Cecil. What a salesman

you would have made.

What a salesman you make!

If I may say so, Lord Windermere,

you're wise to be guided by Mr. Graham.

His taste is faultless.

Robert, the only way a poor

man can indulge his taste

is by selling it.

Your wit is improving, Cecil.

I'm entirely persuaded.

I shall take the fan.

You should have your wife's name

on the fan to make it more personal.

A most thoughtful touch.

- How would you do that?

- Something very delicate...

Rubies.

An exquisite tracery of rubies.

- That's it.

- Excellent. Her name is Margaret.

- And her birthday should be on it too.

- Very good.

It's the 24th of April

and be sure to have it done in time.

- She'll want it at her birthday ball.

- It will be finished in ample time.

- Good afternoon then.

- Good day.

- May I be of service, madam?

- Lord Windermere is mistaken.

Lady Windermere's birthday

is the 21st of April.

- Lord Windermere said the 24th.

- I just told you he was mistaken.

You must remind him that he is wrong

as soon as possible.

Certainly. If you say so, madam.

But I can't help thinking

that Lord Windermere

would know better than anybody.

Not better than anybody.

Her birthday is the 21st.

Oh, I'm sorry. I came to see Wallington

for a moment. Of course I'll wait.

There's no need to.

I'm glad of a bit more time.

There are too many lovely things here

for me to make up my mind quickly.

Thank you for your most

altruistic indecision.

I think...

my idea of having rubies on the fan

should be worth ten pounds more.

I think five pounds is sufficient,

Mr. Graham.

I was going to bring in the Duchess

of Berwick to see the emeralds.

Very well, ten pounds, Mr. Graham.

Thank heavens, I remembered in time.

My wife's birthday

isn't the 24th, it's the 21st.

I already know, m'lord.

This lady was kind enough

to inform me of the correct date.

I'm sorry, I couldn't help hearing.

- I'm so glad you did, thank you.

- Perhaps you wonder how I knew.

Well, my most innocent vice

is reading the news of London society.

There's been so much about Lady

Windermere's birthday ball on the 21st.

Of course,

the 24th is our wedding anniversary.

My memory is always

in a state of confusion about dates.

I'm afraid it's even gone

into a confused state about names.

You cannot blame your memory

for something that was never in it.

My name is Mrs. Erlynne,

but you don't know me.

- But I do know you, I'm sure.

- No.

Perhaps Lord Windermere

wishes that he did.

- You came back too, Cecil.

- Why, certainly!

I thought of taking another look at some

of Wallington's precious little trinkets.

- I'm sure we have met.

- No, Lord Windermere.

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