Mrs. Cheveley. [Starting to her feet.] It was you who made him write that insolent letter to me? It was you who made him break his promise?
Lady Chiltern. Yes.
Mrs. Cheveley. Then you must make him keep it. I give you till to-morrow morning—no more. If by that time your husband does not solemnly bind himself to help me in this great scheme in which I am interested——
Lady Chiltern. This fraudulent speculation——
Mrs. Cheveley. Call it what you choose. I hold your husband in the hollow of my hand, and if you are wise you will make him do what I tell him.
