“If you imagine he is quite happy in such a position, you are mistaken. He is thoroughly discontented.
Mrs. Arbuthnot. He was not discontented till he met you. You have made him so.
Lord Illingworth. Of course, I made him so. Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.
But I did not leave him with a mere longing for things he could not get. No, I made him a charming offer. He jumped at it, I need hardly say. Any young man would. And now, simply because it turns out that I am the boy's own father and he my own son, you propose practically to ruin his career.”