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1One afternoon, a month later, Dorian Gray was reclining in a luxurious arm-chair, in the little library of Lord Henry's
2house in Mayfair. It was, in its way, a very charming room, with its high panelled wainscoting of olive-stained oak, its
3cream-coloured frieze and ceiling of raised plasterwork, and its brickdust felt carpet strewn with silk, long-fringed
4Persian rugs. On a tiny satinwood table stood a statuette by Clodion, and beside it lay a copy of Les Cent Nouvelles,
5bound for Margaret of Valois by Clovis Eve and powdered with the gilt daisies that Queen had selected for her device.
6Some large blue china jars and parrot-tulips were ranged on the mantelshelf, and through the small leaded panes of the
7window streamed the apricot-coloured light of a summer day in London. Lord Henry had not yet come in. He was always late
8on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. So the lad was looking rather sulky, as with
9listless fingers he turned over the pages of an elaborately illustrated edition of Manon Lescaut that he had found in
10one of the book-cases. The formal monotonous ticking of the Louis Quatorze clock annoyed him. Once or twice he thought
11of going away. At last he heard a step outside, and the door opened. "How late you are, Harry!" he murmured. "I am
12afraid it is not Harry, Mr. Gray," answered a shrill voice. He glanced quickly round and rose to his feet. "I beg your
13pardon. I thought--" "You thought it was my husband. It is only his wife. You must let me introduce myself. I know you
14quite well by your photographs. I think my husband has got seventeen of them." "Not seventeen, Lady Henry?" "Well,
15eighteen, then. And I saw you with him the other night at the opera." She laughed nervously as she spoke, and watched
16him with her vague forget-me-not eyes. She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed
17in a rage and put on in a tempest. She was usually in love with somebody, and, as her passion was never returned, she
18had kept all her illusions. She tried to look picturesque, but only succeeded in being untidy. Her name was Victoria,
19and she had a perfect mania for going to church. "That was at Lohengrin, Lady Henry, I think?" "Yes; it was at dear
20Lohengrin. I like Wagner's music better than anybody's. It is so loud that one can talk the whole time without other
21people hearing what one says. That is a great advantage, don't you think so, Mr. Gray?" The same nervous staccato laugh
22broke from her thin lips, and her fingers began to play with a long tortoise-shell paper-knife. Dorian smiled and shook
23his head: "I am afraid I don't think so, Lady Henry. I never talk during music--at least, during good music. If one
24hears bad music, it is one's duty to drown it in conversation." "Ah! that is one of Harry's views, isn't it, Mr. Gray? I
25always hear Harry's views from his friends. It is the only way I get to know of them. But you must not think I don't
26like good music. I adore it, but I am afraid of it. It makes me too romantic. I have simply worshipped pianists--two at
27a time, sometimes, Harry tells me. I don't know what it is about them. Perhaps it is that they are foreigners. They all
28are, ain't they? Even those that are born in England become foreigners after a time, don't they? It is so clever of
29them, and such a compliment to art. Makes it quite cosmopolitan, doesn't it? You have never been to any of my parties,
30have you, Mr. Gray? You must come. I can't afford orchids, but I spare no expense in foreigners. They make one's rooms
31look so picturesque. But here is Harry! Harry, I came in to look for you, to ask you something--I forget what it
32was--and I found Mr. Gray here. We have had such a pleasant chat about music. We have quite the same ideas. No; I think
33our ideas are quite different. But he has been most pleasant. I am so glad I've seen him." "I am charmed, my love, quite
34charmed," said Lord Henry, elevating his dark, crescent-shaped eyebrows and looking at them both with an amused smile.
35"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
36for it. Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing." "I am afraid I must be going," exclaimed
37Lady Henry, breaking an awkward silence with her silly sudden laugh. "I have promised to drive with the duchess.
38Good-bye, Mr. Gray. Good-bye, Harry. You are dining out, I suppose? So am I. Perhaps I shall see you at Lady
39Thornbury's." "I dare say, my dear," said Lord Henry, shutting the door behind her as, looking like a bird of paradise
40that had been out all night in the rain, she flitted out of the room, leaving a faint odour of frangipanni. Then he lit
41a cigarette and flung himself down on the sofa. "Never marry a woman with straw-coloured hair, Dorian," he said after a
42few puffs. "Why, Harry?" "Because they are so sentimental." "But I like sentimental people." "Never marry at all,
43Dorian. Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed." "I don't think I am
44likely to marry, Harry. I am too much in love. That is one of your aphorisms. I am putting it into practice, as I do
45everything that you say." "Who are you in love with?" asked Lord Henry after a pause. "With an actress," said Dorian
46Gray, blushing. Lord Henry shrugged his shoulders. "That is a rather commonplace début." "You would not say so if you
47saw her, Harry." "Who is she?" "Her name is Sibyl Vane." "Never heard of her." "No one has. People will some day,
48however. She is a genius." "My dear boy, no woman is a genius. Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to
49say, but they say it charmingly. Women represent the triumph of matter over mind, just as men represent the triumph of
50mind over morals." "Harry, how can you?" "My dear Dorian, it is quite true. I am analysing women at present, so I ought
51to know. The subject is not so abstruse as I thought it was. I find that, ultimately, there are only two kinds of women,
52the plain and the coloured. The plain women are very useful. If you want to gain a reputation for respectability, you
53have merely to take them down to supper. The other women are very charming. They commit one mistake, however. They paint
54in order to try and look young. Our grandmothers painted in order to try and talk brilliantly. Rouge and esprit used to
55go together. That is all over now. As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly
56satisfied. As for conversation, there are only five women in London worth talking to, and two of these can't be admitted
57into decent society. However, tell me about your genius. How long have you known her?" "Ah! Harry, your views terrify
58me." "Never mind that. How long have you known her?" "About three weeks." "And where did you come across her?"
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