Портрет Доріана Грея

           "Youdon’twantmetomeethim?" 

           "No." 

           "Mr.DorianGrayisinthestudio,sir,"saidthebutler,comingintothegarden. 

           "Youmustintroducemenow,"criedLordHenry,laughing. 

           Thepainterturnedtohisservant,whostoodblinkinginthesunlight. "AskMr.Graytowait,Parker:Ishallbeininafewmoments." Themanbowed,andwentupthewalk. 

           ThenhelookedatLordHenry. "DorianGrayismydearestfriend,"hesaid. "Hehasasimpleandabeautifulnature.Yourauntwasquiterightinwhatshesaidofhim. Don’tspoilhim.Don’ttrytoinfluencehim.Yourinfluencewouldbebad. Theworldiswide,andhasmanymarvellouspeopleinit. Don’ttakeawayfrommetheonepersonwhogivestomyartwhatevercharmitpossesses;mylifeasanartistdependsonhim. Mind,Harry,Itrustyou." Hespokeveryslowly,andthewordsseemedwrungoutofhimalmostagainsthiswill. 

           "Whatnonsenseyoutalk!"saidLordHenry,smiling,and,takingHallwardbythearm,healmostledhimintothehouse.