Портрет Доріана Грея

           "Ah!whatanuisancepeople’speopleare! Tryandmakehimcome. Bytheway,Dorian,youranoffveryearlylastnight. Youleftbeforeeleven. Whatdidyoudoafterwards? Didyougostraighthome?" 

           Dorianglancedathimhurriedly,andfrowned. "No,Harry,"hesaidatlast,"Ididnotgethometillnearlythree." 

           "Didyougototheclub?" 

           "Yes,"heanswered.Thenhebithislip."No,Idon’tmeanthat. Ididn’tgototheclub. Iwalkedabout. IforgetwhatIdid.... Howinquisitiveyouare,Harry! Youalwayswanttoknowwhatonehasbeendoing. IalwayswanttoforgetwhatIhavebeendoing. Icameinathalf-pasttwo,ifyouwishtoknowtheexacttime. Ihadleftmylatch-keyathome,andmyservanthadtoletmein. Ifyouwantanycorroborativeevidenceonthesubjectyoucanaskhim." 

           LordHenryshruggedhisshoulders. "Mydearfellow,asifIcared! Letusgouptothedrawing-room. Nosherry,thankyou,Mr.Chapman. Somethinghashappenedtoyou,Dorian. Tellmewhatitis. Youarenotyourselfto-night." 

           "Don’tmindme,Harry. Iamirritable,andoutoftemper. Ishallcomeroundandseeyouto-morrowornextday. MakemyexcusestoLadyNarborough.Ishan’tgoupstairs.Ishallgohome.Imustgohome." 

           "Allright,Dorian. IdaresayIshallseeyouto-morrowattea-time. TheDuchessiscoming." 

           "Iwilltrytobethere,Harry,"hesaid,leavingtheroom. Ashedrovebacktohisownhousehewasconsciousthatthesenseofterrorhethoughthehadstrangledhadcomebacktohim.