Портрет Дориана Грея

           "Youaretalkingscandal,Harry,andthereisneveranybasisforscandal." 

           "Thebasisofeveryscandalisanimmoralcertainty,"saidLordHenry,lightingacigarette. 

           "Youwouldsacrificeanybody,Harry,forthesakeofanepigram." 

           "Theworldgoestothealtarofitsownaccord,"wastheanswer. 

           "IwishIcouldlove,"criedDorianGray,withadeepnoteofpathosinhisvoice. "ButIseemtohavelostthepassion,andforgottenthedesire. Iamtoomuchconcentratedonmyself. Myownpersonalityhasbecomeaburdentome. Iwanttoescape,togoaway,toforget. Itwassillyofmetocomedownhereatall. IthinkIshallsendawiretoHarveytohavetheyachtgotready. Onayachtoneissafe." 

           "Safefromwhat,Dorian? Youareinsometrouble. Whynottellmewhatitis? YouknowIwouldhelpyou." 

           "Ican’ttellyou,Harry,"heanswered,sadly. "AndIdaresayitisonlyafancyofmine. Thisunfortunateaccidenthasupsetme. Ihaveahorriblepresentimentthatsomethingofthekindmayhappentome." 

           "Whatnonsense!" 

           "Ihopeitis,butIcan’thelpfeelingit. Ah!hereistheDuchess, lookinglikeArtemisinatailor-madegown. Youseewehavecomeback,Duchess." 

           "Ihaveheardallaboutit,Mr.Gray,"sheanswered. "PoorGeoffreyisterriblyupset. Anditseemsthatyouaskedhimnottoshootthehare. Howcurious!"