The Picture of Dorian Gray eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 205 pages of information about The Picture of Dorian Gray.

The Picture of Dorian Gray eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 205 pages of information about The Picture of Dorian Gray.

“You thought it was my husband.  It is only his wife.  You must let me introduce myself.  I know you quite well by your photographs.  I think my husband has got twenty-seven of them.”

[23] “Not twenty-seven, Lady Henry?”

“Well, twenty-six, then.  And I saw you with him the other night at the Opera.”  She laughed nervously, as she spoke, and watched him with her vague forget-me-not eyes.  She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest.  She was always in love with somebody, and, as her passion was never returned, she had kept all her illusions.  She tried to look picturesque, but only succeeded in being untidy.  Her name was Victoria, and she had a perfect mania for going to church.

“That was at ‘Lohengrin,’ Lady Henry, I think?”

“Yes; it was at dear ‘Lohengrin.’  I like Wagner’s music better than any other music.  It is so loud that one can talk the whole time, without people hearing what one says.  That is a great advantage:  don’t you think so, Mr. Gray?”

The same nervous staccato laugh broke from her thin lips, and her fingers began to play with a long paper-knife.

Dorian smiled, and shook his head:  “I am afraid I don’t think so, Lady Henry.  I never talk during music,—­at least during good music.  If one hears bad music, it is one’s duty to drown it by conversation.”

“Ah! that is one of Harry’s views, isn’t it, Mr. Gray?  But you must not think I don’t like good music.  I adore it, but I am afraid of it.  It makes me too romantic.  I have simply worshipped pianists,—­ two at a time, sometimes.  I don’t know what it is about them.  Perhaps it is that they are foreigners.  They all are, aren’t they?  Even those that are born in England become foreigners after a time, don’t they?  It is so clever of them, and such a compliment to art.  Makes it quite cosmopolitan, doesn’t it?  You have never been to any of my parties, have you, Mr. Gray?  You must come.  I can’t afford orchids, but I spare no expense in foreigners.  They make one’s rooms look so picturesque.  But here is Harry!—­Harry, I came in to look for you, to ask you something,—­I forget what it was,—­and I found Mr. Gray here.  We have had such a pleasant chat about music.  We have quite the same views.  No; I think our views are quite different.  But he has been most pleasant.  I am so glad I’ve seen him.”

“I am charmed, my love, quite charmed,” said Lord Henry, elevating his dark crescent-shaped eyebrows and looking at them both with an amused smile.—­“So sorry I am late, Dorian.  I went to look after a piece of old brocade in Wardour Street, and had to bargain for hours for it.  Nowadays people know the price of everything, and the value of nothing.”

“I am afraid I must be going,” exclaimed Lady Henry, after an awkward silence, with her silly sudden laugh.  “I have promised to drive with the duchess.—­Good-by, Mr. Gray.—­Good-by, Harry.  You are dining out, I suppose?  So am I. Perhaps I shall see you at Lady Thornbury’s.”

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