Портрет Доріана Грея

           "Iamsorrytohavehadtowakeyouup,Francis,"hesaid,steppingin; "butIhadforgottenmylatch-key. Whattimeisit?" 

           "Tenminutespasttwo,sir,"answeredtheman,lookingattheclockandblinking. 

           "Tenminutespasttwo? Howhorriblylate! Youmustwakemeatnineto-morrow. Ihavesomeworktodo." 

           "Allright,sir." 

           "Didanyonecallthisevening?" 

           "Mr.Hallward,sir. Hestayedheretilleleven,andthenhewentawaytocatchhistrain." 

           "Oh! IamsorryIdidn’tseehim. Didheleaveanymessage?" 

           "No,sir,exceptthathewouldwritetoyoufromParis,ifhedidnotfindyouattheclub." 

           "Thatwilldo,Francis. Don’tforgettocallmeatnineto-morrow." 

           "No,sir." 

           Themanshambleddownthepassageinhisslippers. 

           DorianGraythrewhishatandcoatuponthetable,andpassedintothelibrary.