Портрет Доріана Грея

           TheDuchessturnedandlookedatDorianGraywithacuriousexpressioninhereyes. "Whatdoyousaytothat,Mr.Gray? "sheinquired. 

           Dorianhesitatedforamoment. Thenhethrewhisheadbackandlaughed. "IalwaysagreewithHarry,Duchess." 

           "Evenwhenheiswrong?" 

           "Harryisneverwrong,Duchess." 

           "Anddoeshisphilosophymakeyouhappy?" 

           "Ihaveneversearchedforhappiness. Whowantshappiness? Ihavesearchedforpleasure." 

           "Andfoundit,Mr.Gray?" 

           "Often. Toooften." 

           TheDuchesssighed. "Iamsearchingforpeace,"shesaid,"andifIdon’tgoanddress,Ishallhavenonethisevening." 

           "Letmegetyousomeorchids,Duchess,"criedDorian,startingtohisfeet,andwalkingdowntheconservatory. 

           "Youareflirtingdisgracefullywithhim,"saidLordHenrytohiscousin. "Youhadbettertakecare. Heisveryfascinating." 

           "Ifhewerenot,therewouldbenobattle." 

           "GreekmeetsGreek,then?"