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 et Dorian o    t Lady Narbending to listen to tion of t Braziliale t o ion. te smoking-suits o some of ty sisted of ted to arrive on t day.

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

        "But I dont    to be reed, ; rejoi ;I am quite satisfied isfied ;

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

        "t s; she asked.

        "; said Dorian.

        "I reize ; exclaimed the duchess.

        "I    ," laugo a    a label title."

        "Royalties may not abdicate," fell as a ty lips.

        "You ;

        "Yes.

        "I give truto-morro;

        "I prefer takes of to-day," she answered.

        "You disarm me, Gladys," che wilfulness of her mood.

        "Of your s of your spear."

        "I ilt against beauty," h a wave of his hand.

        "t is your error, y far too muc;

        "? I admit t I t it is better to be beautiful to be good. But on to ao it is better to be good to be ugly."

        "Ugliness is one of t; cried t; bees of your simile about t;

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

        "You dont like your try, t; she asked.

        "I live in it."

        "t you may sure it tter."

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

        " do t;

        "t tartuffe ed to England and opened a s;

        "Is t yours, ;

        "I give it to you."

        "I could not use it. It is too true."

        "You need not be afraid. Our trymen never reize a description."

        "tical."

        "tical. upidity by ;

        "Still, ;

        "Great t on us, Gladys."

        "e ;

        "Only as far as tock Exc;

        S;I believe in t; she cried.

        "It represents t;

        "It ."

        "Decay fasates me more."

        " of art?" she asked.

        "It is a malady."

        "Love?"

        "An illusion."

        &quion?"

        "titute for belief."

        "You are a sceptic."

        "Never! Scepticism is t;

        " are you?"

        "to define is to limit."

        "Give me a clue."

        "t;

        "You be us talk of some one else."

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

        "A remind me of t," cried Dorian Gray.

        "Our    is rat; ans;I believe    Monmoutific principles as t spe terfly."

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

        "O already, Mr. Gray, w;

        "And , Duc;

        "For t trivial t ten mio nine and tell    I must be dressed by    eig;

        ";

        "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;

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

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

        "It seems to me t ; murmured Dorian.

        "A; ansh mock sadness.

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

        "Even er a pause.

        "Especially ; answered Lord henry.

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

        Dorian ated for a moment. t;I al;

        "Even w;

        ";

        "And does ;

        "I s ;

        "And found it, Mr. Gray?"

        "Often. too often."

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

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

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

        "If , ttle."

        "Greek meets Greek, t;

        "I am on trojans. t for a ;

        "ted."

        "ture," she answered.

        "You gallop ;

        "Pace gives life," e.

        "I se it in my diary to-nig;

        "?"

        "t a burnt c;

        "I am not even singed. My ouc;

        "You use t flig;

        "Ce o    is a ne;

        "You ;

        ";

        ;Lady Narb; ;Sly adores ;

        "You fill me o antiquity is fatal to us s."

        "Romanticists! You ;

        "Men ed us."

        "But not explained you."

        "Describe us as a sex," was her challenge.

        "Sp secrets."

        S ;; s;Let us go and    yet told ;

        "A suit your frock to ;

        "t ure surrender."

        "Romantic art begins s climax."

        "I must keep an opportunity for retreat."

        "In t;

        "ty in t. I could not do t."

        "ome alory came a stifled groan, folloarted up. tood motionless in o find Dorian Gray lying face doiled floor in a deathlike swoon.

        oo ter a s time, o h a dazed expression.

        " ; ;O; o tremble.

        "My dear Dorian," a    ired yourself. You ter not e doo dinner. I ake your place."

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

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