An Ideal Husband

[He passes from the room. LADY CHILTERN rushes towards him, but the door is closed when she reaches it. Pale with anguish, bewildered, helpless, she sways like a plant in the water. Her hands, outstretched, seem to tremble in the air like blossoms in the mind.

Then she flings herself down beside a sofa and buries her face. Her sobs are like the sobs of a child.]

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