Портрет Доріана Грея

           Itissuperblysterile. Thebooksthattheworldcallsimmoralarebooksthatshowtheworlditsownshame. Thatisall. Butwewon’tdiscussliterature. Comeroundto-morrow. Iamgoingtorideateleven. Wemightgotogether,andIwilltakeyoutolunchafterwardswithLadyBranksome. Sheisacharmingwoman,andwantstoconsultyouaboutsometapestriessheisthinkingofbuying. Mindyoucome. OrshallwelunchwithourlittleDuchess? Shesayssheneverseesyounow. PerhapsyouaretiredofGladys? Ithoughtyouwouldbe. Herclevertonguegetsonone’snerves. Well,inanycase,behereateleven." 

           "MustIreallycome,Harry?" 

           "Certainly. TheParkisquitelovelynow. Idon’tthinktherehavebeensuchlilacssincetheyearImetyou." 

           "Verywell.Ishallbehereateleven,"saidDorian. "Good-night,Harry. "Ashereachedthedoorhehesitatedforamoment,asifhehadsomethingmoretosay. Thenhesighedandwentout.