Портрет Доріана Грея

Chapter 2

           Shewrungherhandsinmockdespair. "Howannoying!"shecried."Imustgo.Ihavetocallformyhusbandattheclub,totakehimtosomeabsurdmeetingatWillis’sRooms,whereheisgoingtobeinthechair. IfIamlate,heissuretobefurious,andIcouldn’thaveasceneinthisbonnet. Itisfartoofragile.Aharshwordwouldruinit. No,Imustgo,dearAgatha.Good-bye,LordHenry,youarequitedelightful,anddreadfullydemoralising. IamsureIdon’tknowwhattosayaboutyourviews.Youmustcomeanddinewithussomenight.Tuesday?AreyoudisengagedTuesday?" 

           "ForyouIwouldthrowoveranybody,Duchess,"saidLordHenry,withabow. 

           "Ah!thatisverynice,andverywrongofyou,"shecried;"somindyoucome;"andshesweptoutoftheroom,followedbyLadyAgathaandtheotherladies. 

           WhenLordHenryhadsatdownagain,Mr.Erskinemovedround,andtakingachairclosetohim,placedhishanduponhisarm. 

           "Youtalkbooksaway,"hesaid;"whydon’tyouwriteone?" 

           "Iamtoofondofreadingbookstocaretowritethem,Mr.Erskine. Ishouldliketowriteanovelcertainly;anovelthatwouldbeaslovelyasaPersiancarpet,andasunreal. ButthereisnoliterarypublicinEnglandforanythingexceptnewspapers,primers,andencyclopædias. OfallpeopleintheworldtheEnglishhavetheleastsenseofthebeautyofliterature." 

           "Ifearyouareright,"answeredMr.Erskine."Imyselfusedtohaveliteraryambitions,butIgavethemuplongago. Andnow,mydearyoungfriend,ifyouwillallowmetocallyouso, mayIaskifyoureallymeantallthatyousaidtousatlunch?" 

           "IquiteforgetwhatIsaid,"smiledLordHenry. "Wasitallverybad?" 

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