Oh! I wouldn’t marry a man with a future before him for anything under the sun. (LADY CHILTERN: Mabel!) I know, dear. You married a man with a future, didn’t you? But then Robert was a genius, and you have a noble, self-sacrificing character. You can stand geniuses. I have no character at all, and Robert is the only genius I could ever bear. As a rule, I think they are quite impossible. Geniuses talk so much, don’t they? Such a bad habit! And they are always thinking about themselves, when I want them to be thinking about me. I must go round now and rehearse at Lady Basildon’s. You remember, we are having tableaux, don’t you? The Triumph of something, I don’t know what! I hope it will be triumph of me. Only triumph I am really interested in at present. (Kisses LADY CHILTERN and goes out; then comes running back.) Oh, Gertrude, do you know who is coming to see you? That dreadful Mrs. Cheveley, in a most lovely gown. Did you ask her? (LADY CHILTERN: Mrs. Cheveley! Coming to see me? Impossible!) I assure you she is coming upstairs, as large as life and not nearly so natural.

Mabel Chiltern Monologue from An Ideal Husband

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