Портрет Дориана Грея

           "Yes,itwasverycurious. Idon’tknowwhatmademesayit. Somewhim,Isuppose. Itlookedtheloveliestoflittlelivethings. ButIamsorrytheytoldyouabouttheman. Itisahideoussubject." 

           "Itisanannoyingsubject,"brokeinLordHenry. "Ithasnopsychologicalvalueatall. NowifGeoffreyhaddonethethingonpurpose,howinterestinghewouldbe! Ishouldliketoknowsomeonewhohadcommittedarealmurder." 

           "Howhorridofyou,Harry! "criedtheDuchess. "Isn’tit,Mr.Gray? Harry,Mr.Grayisillagain. Heisgoingtofaint." 

           Doriandrewhimselfupwithaneffort,andsmiled. "Itisnothing,Duchess,"hemurmured; "mynervesaredreadfullyoutoforder.Thatisall. IamafraidIwalkedtoofarthismorning. Ididn’thearwhatHarrysaid. Wasitverybad? Youmusttellmesomeothertime. IthinkImustgoandliedown.Youwillexcuseme,won’tyou?" 

           Theyhadreachedthegreatflightofstepsthatledfromtheconservatoryontotheterrace. AstheglassdoorclosedbehindDorian,LordHenryturnedandlookedattheDuchesswithhisslumberouseyes. "Areyouverymuchinlovewithhim? "heasked. 

           Shedidnotanswerforsometime,butstoodgazingatthelandscape. "IwishIknew,"shesaidatlast. 

           Heshookhishead. "Knowledgewouldbefatal. Itistheuncertaintythatcharmsone. Amistmakesthingswonderful."