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1Lord Henry sipped his champagne in a meditative manner. "At what particular point did you mention the word marriage,
2Dorian? And what did she say in answer? Perhaps you forgot all about it." "My dear Harry, I did not treat it as a
3business transaction, and I did not make any formal proposal. I told her that I loved her, and she said she was not
4worthy to be my wife. Not worthy! Why, the whole world is nothing to me compared with her." "Women are wonderfully
5practical," murmured Lord Henry, "much more practical than we are. In situations of that kind we often forget to say
6anything about marriage, and they always remind us." Hallward laid his hand upon his arm. "Don't, Harry. You have
7annoyed Dorian. He is not like other men. He would never bring misery upon any one. His nature is too fine for that."
8Lord Henry looked across the table. "Dorian is never annoyed with me," he answered. "I asked the question for the best
9reason possible, for the only reason, indeed, that excuses one for asking any question--simple curiosity. I have a
10theory that it is always the women who propose to us, and not we who propose to the women. Except, of course, in
11middle-class life. But then the middle classes are not modern." Dorian Gray laughed, and tossed his head. "You are quite
12incorrigible, Harry; but I don't mind. It is impossible to be angry with you. When you see Sibyl Vane, you will feel
13that the man who could wrong her would be a beast, a beast without a heart. I cannot understand how any one can wish to
14shame the thing he loves. I love Sibyl Vane. I want to place her on a pedestal of gold and to see the world worship the
15woman who is mine. What is marriage? An irrevocable vow. You mock at it for that. Ah! don't mock. It is an irrevocable
16vow that I want to take. Her trust makes me faithful, her belief makes me good. When I am with her, I regret all that
17you have taught me. I become different from what you have known me to be. I am changed, and the mere touch of Sibyl
18Vane's hand makes me forget you and all your wrong, fascinating, poisonous, delightful theories." "And those are ...?"
19asked Lord Henry, helping himself to some salad. "Oh, your theories about life, your theories about love, your theories
20about pleasure. All your theories, in fact, Harry." "Pleasure is the only thing worth having a theory about," he
21answered in his slow melodious voice. "But I am afraid I cannot claim my theory as my own. It belongs to Nature, not to
22me. Pleasure is Nature's test, her sign of approval. When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are
23not always happy." "Ah! but what do you mean by good?" cried Basil Hallward. "Yes," echoed Dorian, leaning back in his
24chair and looking at Lord Henry over the heavy clusters of purple-lipped irises that stood in the centre of the table,
25"what do you mean by good, Harry?" "To be good is to be in harmony with one's self," he replied, touching the thin stem
26of his glass with his pale, fine-pointed fingers. "Discord is to be forced to be in harmony with others. One's own
27life--that is the important thing. As for the lives of one's neighbours, if one wishes to be a prig or a Puritan, one
28can flaunt one's moral views about them, but they are not one's concern. Besides, individualism has really the higher
29aim. Modern morality consists in accepting the standard of one's age. I consider that for any man of culture to accept
30the standard of his age is a form of the grossest immorality." "But, surely, if one lives merely for one's self, Harry,
31one pays a terrible price for doing so?" suggested the painter. "Yes, we are overcharged for everything nowadays. I
32should fancy that the real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like
33beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich." "One has to pay in other ways but money." "What sort of ways, Basil?"
34"Oh! I should fancy in remorse, in suffering, in ... well, in the consciousness of degradation." Lord Henry shrugged his
35shoulders. "My dear fellow, mediæval art is charming, but mediæval emotions are out of date. One can use them in
36fiction, of course. But then the only things that one can use in fiction are the things that one has ceased to use in
37fact. Believe me, no civilized man ever regrets a pleasure, and no uncivilized man ever knows what a pleasure is." "I
38know what pleasure is," cried Dorian Gray. "It is to adore some one." "That is certainly better than being adored," he
39answered, toying with some fruits. "Being adored is a nuisance. Women treat us just as humanity treats its gods. They
40worship us, and are always bothering us to do something for them." "I should have said that whatever they ask for they
41had first given to us," murmured the lad gravely. "They create love in our natures. They have a right to demand it
42back." "That is quite true, Dorian," cried Hallward. "Nothing is ever quite true," said Lord Henry. "This is,"
43interrupted Dorian. "You must admit, Harry, that women give to men the very gold of their lives." "Possibly," he sighed,
44"but they invariably want it back in such very small change. That is the worry. Women, as some witty Frenchman once put
45it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces and always prevent us from carrying them out." "Harry, you are
46dreadful! I don't know why I like you so much." "You will always like me, Dorian," he replied. "Will you have some
47coffee, you fellows? Waiter, bring coffee, and fine-champagne, and some cigarettes. No, don't mind the cigarettes--I
48have some. Basil, I can't allow you to smoke cigars. You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a
49perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want? Yes, Dorian, you will always
50be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit." "What nonsense you talk,
51Harry!" cried the lad, taking a light from a fire-breathing silver dragon that the waiter had placed on the table. "Let
52us go down to the theatre. When Sibyl comes on the stage you will have a new ideal of life. She will represent something
53to you that you have never known." "I have known everything," said Lord Henry, with a tired look in his eyes, "but I am
54always ready for a new emotion. I am afraid, however, that, for me at any rate, there is no such thing. Still, your
55wonderful girl may thrill me. I love acting. It is so much more real than life. Let us go. Dorian, you will come with
56me. I am so sorry, Basil, but there is only room for two in the brougham. You must follow us in a hansom." They got up
57and put on their coats, sipping their coffee standing. The painter was silent and preoccupied. There was a gloom over
58him. He could not bear this marriage, and yet it seemed to him to be better than many other things that might have
59happened. After a few minutes, they all passed downstairs. He drove off by himself, as had been arranged, and watched
60the flashing lights of the little brougham in front of him. A strange sense of loss came over him. He felt that Dorian
61Gray would never again be to him all that he had been in the past. Life had come between them.... His eyes darkened, and
62the crowded flaring streets became blurred to his eyes. When the cab drew up at the theatre, it seemed to him that he
63had grown years older.
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