Портрет Дориана Грея

           "Sheassuresmeso,LadyNarborough,"saidDorian. "Iaskedherwhether,likeMargueritedeNavarre,shehadtheirheartsembalmedandhungathergirdle. Shetoldmeshedidn’t,becausenoneofthemhadhadanyheartsatall." 

           "Fourhusbands! Uponmywordthatistropdezèle." 

           "Tropd’audace,Itellher,"saidDorian. 

           "Oh!sheisaudaciousenoughforanything,mydear. AndwhatisFerrollike? Idon’tknowhim." 

           "Thehusbandsofverybeautifulwomenbelongtothecriminalclasses,"saidLordHenry,sippinghiswine. 

           LadyNarboroughhithimwithherfan. "LordHenry,Iamnotatallsurprisedthattheworldsaysthatyouareextremelywicked." 

           "Butwhatworldsaysthat? "askedLordHenry,elevatinghiseyebrows. "Itcanonlybethenextworld. ThisworldandIareonexcellentterms." 

           "EverybodyIknowsaysyouareverywicked,"criedtheoldlady,shakingherhead. 

           LordHenrylookedseriousforsomemoments. "Itisperfectlymonstrous,"hesaid,atlast,"thewaypeoplegoaboutnowadayssayingthingsagainstonebehindone’sbackthatareabsolutelyandentirelytrue." 

           "Isn’theincorrigible? "criedDorian,leaningforwardinhischair.