Cer 17

    A er Dorian Gray ting in tory at Selby Royal, talking to tty Ducy,  s. It ea-time, and t of t stood on table lit up te c  somet Dorian o  t Lady Narborougending to listen to tion of t Brazilian beetle t o ion. te smoking-suits o some of ty consisted of ted to arrive on t day.

    quot; are you talking about?quot; said Lord rolling over to table and putting ;I old you about my plan for recening everyt is a delig;

    quot;But I dont  to be recened, ; rejoined t ;I am quite satisfied isfied ;

    quot;My dear Gladys, I  alter eit. I erday I cut an orcton- ted tive as tless moment I asked one of t it   kind. It is a sad trut y of giving lovely names to tions. My one quarrel is  is te vulgar realism in literature. to use one. It is t for.quot;

    quot;t s; she asked.

    quot;; said Dorian.

    quot;I recognize ; exclaimed the duchess.

    quot;I  ,quot; laugo a c;From a label title.quot;

    quot;Royalties may not abdicate,quot; fell as a ty lips.

    quot;You ;

    quot;Yes.

    quot;I give truto-morro;

    quot;I prefer takes of to-day,quot; she answered.

    quot;You disarm me, Gladys,quot; che wilfulness of her mood.

    quot;Of your s of your spear.quot;

    quot;I never tilt against beauty,quot; h a wave of his hand.

    quot;t is your error, y far too muc;

    quot;? I admit t I t it is better to be beautiful to be good. But on to ackno it is better to be good to be ugly.quot;

    quot;Ugliness is one of t; cried t; becomes of your simile about t;

    quot;Ugliness is one of tues, Gladys. You, as a good tory, must not underrate tues  s;

    quot;You dont like your country, t; she asked.

    quot;I live in it.quot;

    quot;t you may censure it tter.quot;

    quot;ould you ake t of Europe on it?quot; he inquired.

    quot; do t;

    quot;t tartuffe ed to England and opened a s;

    quot;Is t yours, ;

    quot;I give it to you.quot;

    quot;I could not use it. It is too true.quot;

    quot;You need not be afraid. Our countrymen never recognize a description.quot;

    quot;tical.quot;

    quot;tical. upidity by ;

    quot;Still, ;

    quot;Great t on us, Gladys.quot;

    quot;e ;

    quot;Only as far as tock Exc;

    S;I believe in t; she cried.

    quot;It represents t;

    quot;It .quot;

    quot;Decay fascinates me more.quot;

    quot; of art?quot; she asked.

    quot;It is a malady.quot;

    quot;Love?quot;

    quot;An illusion.quot;

    quot;Religion?quot;

    quot;titute for belief.quot;

    quot;You are a sceptic.quot;

    quot;Never! Scepticism is t;

    quot; are you?quot;

    quot;to define is to limit.quot;

    quot;Give me a clue.quot;

    quot;t;

    quot;You be us talk of some one else.quot;

    quot;Our  is a deligopic. Years ago ened Prince C;

    quot;A remind me of t,quot; cried Dorian Gray.

    quot;Our  is rat; ans;I believe  Monmoutific principles as t specimen terfly.quot;

    quot;ell, I  stick pins into you, Duc; laughed Dorian.

    quot;O already, Mr. Gray, w;

    quot;And , Duc;

    quot;For t trivial t ten minutes to nine and tell  I must be dressed by  eig;

    quot;;

    quot;I darent, Mr. Gray. s s for me. You remember t Lady ones garden-party? You dont, but it is nice of you to pretend t you do. ell, s of nots are made out of not;

    quot;Like all good reputations, Gladys,quot; interrupted Lord ;Every effect t one produces gives one an enemy. to be popular one must be a mediocrity.quot;

    quot;Not ; said t;and  bear mediocrities. e  as you men love  all.quot;

    quot;It seems to me t ; murmured Dorian.

    quot;A; ansh mock sadness.

    quot;My dear Gladys!quot; cried Lord ;? Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art. Besides, eacime t one loves is time one  does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. e can  one great experience at best, and t of life is to reproduce t experience as often as possible.quot;

    quot;Even er a pause.

    quot;Especially ; answered Lord henry.

    turned and looked at Dorian Gray ; do you say to t, Mr. Gray?quot; she inquired.

    Dorian ated for a moment. t;I al;

    quot;Even w;

    quot;;

    quot;And does ;

    quot;I s ;

    quot;And found it, Mr. Gray?quot;

    quot;Often. too often.quot;

    t;I am searc; s;and if I dont go and dress, I s;

    quot;Let me get you some orc; cried Dorian, starting to  and ory.

    quot;You are flirting disgracefully ; said Lord o ;You ter take care. ing.quot;

    quot;If , ttle.quot;

    quot;Greek meets Greek, t;

    quot;I am on trojans. t for a ;

    quot;ted.quot;

    quot;ture,quot; she answered.

    quot;You gallop ;

    quot;Pace gives life,quot; e.

    quot;I se it in my diary to-nig;

    quot;?quot;

    quot;t a burnt c;

    quot;I am not even singed. My ouc;

    quot;You use t flig;

    quot;Courage o  is a ne;

    quot;You ;

    quot;;

    ;Lady Narboroug; ;Sly adores ;

    quot;You fill me o antiquity is fatal to us s.quot;

    quot;Romanticists! You ;

    quot;Men ed us.quot;

    quot;But not explained you.quot;

    quot;Describe us as a sex,quot; was her challenge.

    quot;Sp secrets.quot;

    S ;; s;Let us go and  yet told ;

    quot;A suit your frock to ;

    quot;t ure surrender.quot;

    quot;Romantic art begins s climax.quot;

    quot;I must keep an opportunity for retreat.quot;

    quot;In t;

    quot;ty in t. I could not do t.quot;

    quot;omen are not alory came a stifled groan, folloarted up. tood motionless in o find Dorian Gray lying face doiled floor in a deathlike swoon.

    once into ter a s time, o h a dazed expression.

    quot; ; ;O; o tremble.

    quot;My dear Dorian,quot; ansed. t  ired yourself. You ter not come doo dinner. I ake your place.quot;

    quot;No, I ; ruggling to . quot;I  not be alone.quot;

    to y in  at table, but noerror ran t, pressed against tory, like a we ching him.