Портрет Доріана Грея

           "Yes—Harden. YoumustgodowntoRichmondatonce,seeHardenpersonally,andtellhimtosendtwiceasmanyorchidsasIordered,andtohaveasfewwhiteonesaspossible. Infact,Idon’twantanywhiteones. Itisalovelyday,Francis,andRichmondisaveryprettyplace,otherwiseIwouldn’tbotheryouaboutit." 

           "Notrouble,sir. AtwhattimeshallIbeback?" 

           DorianlookedatCampbell. "Howlongwillyourexperimenttake,Alan? "hesaid,inacalm,indifferentvoice. Thepresenceofathirdpersonintheroomseemedtogivehimextraordinarycourage. 

           Campbellfrowned,andbithislip. "Itwilltakeaboutfivehours,"heanswered. 

           "Itwillbetimeenough,then,ifyouarebackathalf-pastseven,Francis. Orstay:justleavemythingsoutfordressing. Youcanhavetheeveningtoyourself. Iamnotdiningathome,soIshallnotwantyou." 

           "Thankyou,sir,"saidtheman,leavingtheroom. 

           "Now,Alan,thereisnotamomenttobelost. Howheavythischestis! I’lltakeitforyou. Youbringtheotherthings. "Hespokerapidly,andinanauthoritativemanner. Campbellfeltdominatedbyhim. Theylefttheroomtogether. 

           Whentheyreachedthetoplanding,Doriantookoutthekeyandturneditinthelock. Thenhestopped,andatroubledlookcameintohiseyes. Heshuddered. "Idon’tthinkIcangoin,Alan,"hemurmured.