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〃not seventeen； lady henry？〃
〃well； eighteen； 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 usually 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 wagners music better than anybodys。 it is so loud that one can talk the whole time without other people hearing what one says。 that is a great advantage； dont you think so； mr。 gray？〃
the same nervous staccato laugh broke from her thin lips； and her fingers began to play with a long tortoise…shell paper…knife。
dorian smiled and shook his head： 〃i am afraid i dont think so； lady henry。 i never talk during music……at least； during good music。 if one hears bad music； it is ones duty to drown it in conversation。〃
〃ah！ that is one of harrys views； isnt it； mr。 gray？ i always hear harrys views from his friends。 it is the only way i get to know of them。 but you must not think i dont 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； harry tells me。 i dont know what it is about them。 perhaps it is that they are foreigners。 they all are； aint they？ even those that are born in england bee foreigners after a time； dont they？ it is so clever of them； and such a pliment to art。 makes it quite cosmopolitan； doesnt it？ you have never been to any of my parties； have you； mr。 gray？ you must e。 i cant afford orchids； but i share no expense in foreigners。 they make ones 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 ideas。 no； i think our ideas are quite different。 but he has been most pleasant。 i am so glad ive 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； breaking an awkward silence with her silly sudden laugh。 〃i have promised to drive with the duchess。 good…bye； mr。 gray。 good…bye； harry。 you are dining out； i suppose？ so am i。 perhaps i shall see you at lady thornburys。〃
〃i dare say； my dear；〃 said lord henry； shutting the door behind her as； looking like a bird of paradise that had been out all night in the rain； she flitted out of the room； leaving a faint odour of frangipanni。 then he lit a cigarette and flung himself down on the sofa。
〃never marry a woman with straw…coloured hair； dorian；〃 he said after a few puffs。
〃why； harry？〃
〃because they are so sentimental。〃
〃but i like sentimental people。〃
〃never marry at all； dorian。 men marry because they are tired； women； because they are curious： both are disappointed。〃
〃i dont think i am likely to marry； harry。 i am too much in love。 that is one of your aphorisms。 i am putting it into practice； as i do everything that you say。〃
〃who are you in love with？〃 asked lord henry after a pause。
〃with an actress；〃 said dorian gray； blushing。
lord henry shrugged his shoulders。 〃that is a rather monplace début。〃
〃you would not say so if you saw her； harry。〃
〃who is she？〃
〃her name is sibyl vane。〃
〃never heard of her。〃
〃no one has。 people will some day； however。 she is a genius。〃
〃my dear boy； no woman is a genius。 women are a decorative sex。 they never have anything to say； but they say it charmingly。 women represent the triumph of matter over mind； just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals。〃
〃harry； how can you？〃
〃my dear dorian； it is quite true。 i am analysing women at present； so i ought to know。 the subject is not so abstruse as i thought it was。 i find that； ultimately； there are only two kinds of women； the plain and the coloured。 the plain women are very useful。 if you want to gain a reputation for respectability； you have merely to take them down to supper。 the other women are very charming。 they mit one mistake； however。 they paint in order to try and look young。 our grandmothers painted in order to try and talk brilliantly。 rouge and esprit used to go together。 that is all over now。 as long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter； she is perfectly satisfied。 as for conversation； there are only five women in london worth talking to； and two of these cant be admitted into decent society。 however； tell me about your genius。 how long have you known her？〃
〃ah！ harry； your views terrify me。
〃never mind that。 how long have you known her？〃
〃about three weeks。〃
〃and where did you e across her？〃
〃i will tell you； harry； but you mustnt be unsympathetic about it。 after all； it never would have happened if i had not met you。 you filled me with a wild desire to know everything about life。 for days after i met you； something seemed to throb in my veins。 as i lounged in the park； or strolled down piccadilly； i used to look at every one who passed me and wonder； with a mad curiosity； what sort of lives they led。 some of them fascinated me。 others filled me with terror。 there was an exquisite poison in the air。 i had a passion for sensations。 。 。 。 well； one evening about seven oclock； i determined to go out in search of some adventure。 i felt that this grey monstrous london of ours； with its myriads of people； its sordid sinners； and its splendid sins； as you once phrased it； must have something in store for me。 i fancied a thousand things。 the mere danger gave me a sense of delight。 i remembered what you had said to me on that wonde