Портрет Дориана Грея

           "Whoareherpeople?"grumbledtheoldgentleman."Hasshegotany?" 

           LordHenryshookhishead. "AmericangirlsareascleveratconcealingtheirparentsasEnglishwomenareatconcealingtheirpast,"hesaid,risingtogo. 

           "Theyarepork-packers,Isuppose?" 

           "Ihopeso,UncleGeorge,forDartmoor’ssake. Iamtoldthatpork-packingisthemostlucrativeprofessioninAmerica,afterpolitics." 

           "Isshepretty?" 

           "Shebehavesasifshewasbeautiful.MostAmericanwomendo. Itisthesecretoftheircharm." 

           "Whycan’ttheseAmericanwomenstayintheirowncountry? TheyarealwaystellingusthatitistheParadiseforwomen." 

           "Itis.Thatisthereasonwhy,likeEve,theyaresoexcessivelyanxioustogetoutofit,"saidLordHenry. "Good-bye,UncleGeorge.Ishallbelateforlunch,ifIstopanylonger. ThanksforgivingmetheinformationIwanted. Ialwaysliketoknoweverythingaboutmynewfriends,andnothingaboutmyoldones." 

           "Whereareyoulunching,Harry?" 

           "AtAuntAgatha’s. IhaveaskedmyselfandMr.Gray.Heisherlatestprotégé." 

           "Humph!tellyourAuntAgatha,Harry,nottobothermeanymorewithhercharityappeals. Iamsickofthem.Why,thegoodwomanthinksthatIhavenothingtodobuttowritechequesforhersillyfads."