Портрет Доріана Грея

           "Ihopeso,"saidhishostess,laughing. "ButreallyifyouallworshipMadamedeFerrolinthisridiculousway,Ishallhavetomarryagainsoastobeinthefashion." 

           "Youwillnevermarryagain,LadyNarborough,"brokeinLordHenry. "Youwerefartoohappy. Whenawomanmarriesagainitisbecauseshedetestedherfirsthusband. Whenamanmarriesagain,itisbecauseheadoredhisfirstwife. Womentrytheirluck; menrisktheirs." 

           "Narboroughwasn’tperfect,"criedtheoldlady. 

           "Ifhehadbeen,youwouldnothavelovedhim,mydearlady,"wastherejoinder. "Womenloveusforourdefects. Ifwehaveenoughofthemtheywillforgiveuseverything,evenourintellects. Youwillneveraskmetodinneragain,aftersayingthis,Iamafraid,LadyNarborough; butitisquitetrue." 

           "Ofcourseitistrue,LordHenry. Ifwewomendidnotloveyouforyourdefects,wherewouldyouallbe? Notoneofyouwouldeverbemarried. Youwouldbeasetofunfortunatebachelors. Not,however,thatthatwouldalteryoumuch. Nowadaysallthemarriedmenlivelikebachelors,andallthebachelorslikemarriedmen." 

           "Findesiècle,"murmuredLordHenry. 

           "Finduglobe,"answeredhishostess. 

           "Iwishitwerefinduglobe,"saidDorian,withasigh. "Lifeisagreatdisappointment." 

           "Ah,mydear,"criedLadyNarborough,puttingonhergloves,"don’ttellmethatyouhaveexhaustedLife.