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〃you are really very forting；〃 warbled the duchess。 〃i have always felt rather guilty when i came to see your dear aunt； for i take no interest at all in the east end。 for the future i shall be able to look her in the face without a blush。〃
〃a blush is very being； duchess；〃 remarked lord henry。
〃only when one is young；〃 she answered。 〃when an old woman like myself blushes； it is a very bad sign。 ah！ lord henry； i wish you would tell me how to bee young again。〃
he thought for a moment。 〃can you remember any great error that you mitted in your early days； duchess？〃 he asked； looking at her across the table。
〃a great many； i fear；〃 she cried。
〃then mit them over again；〃 he said gravely。 〃to get back ones youth； one has merely to repeat ones follies。〃
〃a delightful theory！〃 she exclaimed。 〃i must put it into practice。〃
〃a dangerous theory！〃 came from sir thomass tight lips。 lady agatha shook her head； but could not help being amused。 mr。 erskine listened。
〃yes；〃 he continued； 〃that is one of the great secrets of life。 nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping mon sense； and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are ones mistakes。〃
a laugh ran round the table。
he played with the idea and grew wilful； tossed it into the air and transformed it； let it escape and recaptured it； made it iridescent with fancy and winged it with paradox。 the praise of folly； as he went on； soared into a philosophy； and philosophy herself became young； and catching the mad music of pleasure； wearing； one might fancy； her wine…stained robe and wreath of ivy； danced like a bacchante over the hills of life； and mocked the slow silenus for being sober。 facts fled before her like frightened forest things。 her white feet trod the huge press at which wise omar sits； till the seething grape…juice rose round her bare limbs in waves of purple bubbles； or crawled in red foam over the vats black； dripping； sloping sides。 it was an extraordinary improvisation。 he felt that the eyes of dorian gray were fixed on him； and the consciousness that amongst his audience there was one whose temperament he wished to fascinate seemed to give his wit keenness and to lend colour to his imagination。 he was brilliant； fantastic； irresponsible。 he charmed his listeners out of themselves； and they followed his pipe； laughing。 dorian gray never took his gaze off him； but sat like one under a spell； smiles chasing each other over his lips and wonder growing grave in his darkening eyes。
at last； liveried in the costume of the age； reality entered the room in the shape of a servant to tell the duchess that her carriage was waiting。 she wrung her hands in mock despair。 〃how annoying！〃 she cried。 〃i must go。 i have to call for my husband at the club； to take him to some absurd meeting at williss rooms； where he is going to be in the chair。 if i am late he is sure to be furious； and i couldnt have a scene in this bonnet。 it is far too fragile。 a harsh word would ruin it。 no； i must go； dear agatha。 good…bye； lord henry； you are quite delightful and dreadfully demoralizing。 i am sure i dont know what to say about your views。 you must e and dine with us some night。 tuesday？ are you disengaged tuesday？〃
〃for you i would throw over anybody； duchess；〃 said lord henry with a bow。
〃ah！ that is very nice； and very wrong of you；〃 she cried； 〃so mind you e〃； and she swept out of the room； followed by lady agatha and the other ladies。
when lord henry had sat down again； mr。 erskine moved round； and taking a chair close to him； placed his hand upon his arm。
〃you talk books away；〃 he said； 〃why dont you write one？〃
〃i am too fond of reading books to care to write them； mr。 erskine。 i should like to write a novel certainly； a novel that would be as lovely as a persian carpet and as unreal。 but there is no literary public in england for anything except newspapers； primers； and encyclopaedias。 of all people in the world the english have the least sense of the beauty of literature。〃
〃i fear you are right；〃 answered mr。 erskine。 〃i myself used to have literary ambitions； but i gave them up long ago。 and now； my dear young friend； if you will allow me to call you so； may i ask if you really meant all that you said to us at lunch？〃
〃i quite forget what i said；〃 smiled lord henry。 〃was it all very bad？〃
〃very bad indeed。 in fact i consider you extremely dangerous； and if anything happens to our good duchess； we shall all look on you as being primarily responsible。 but i should like to talk to you about life。 the generation into which i was born was tedious。 some day； when you are tired of london； e down to treadley and expound to me your philosophy of pleasure over some admirable burgundy i am fortunate enough to possess。〃
〃i shall be charmed。 a visit to treadley would be a great privilege。 it has a perfect host； and a perfect library。〃
〃you will plete it；〃 answered the old gentleman with a courteous bow。 〃and now i must bid good…bye to your excellent aunt。 i am due at the athenaeum。 it is the hour when we sleep there。〃
〃all of you； mr。 erskine？〃
〃forty of us； in forty arm…chairs。 we are practising for an english academy of letters。〃
lord henry laughed and rose。 〃i am going to the park；〃 he cried。
as he was passing out of the door； dorian gray touched him on the arm。 〃let me e with you；〃 he murmured。
〃but i thought you had promised basil hallward to go and see him；〃 answered lord henry。
〃i would sooner e with you； yes； i feel i must e with you。 do let me。 and you will promise to talk to me all the time？ no one talks so wonderfully as you do。〃
〃ah！ i have talked quite enough for to…day；〃 said lord henry； smiling。 〃all i want now is to look at life。 you may e and look at it with me； if you care to。〃
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one afternoon； a month later； dorian gray was reclining in a luxurious arm…chair； in the little library of lord henrys house in mayfair。 it was； in its way； a very charming room； with its high panelled wainscoting of olive…stained oak； its cream…coloured frieze and ceiling of raised plasterwork； and its brickdust felt carpet strewn with silk； long…fringed persian rugs。 on a tiny satinwood table stood a statuette by clodion； and beside it lay a copy of les cent nouvelles； bound for margaret of valois by clovis eve and powdered with the gilt daisies that queen had selected for her device。 some large blue china jars and parrot…tulips were ranged on the mantelshelf； and through the small leaded panes of the window streamed the apricot…coloured light of a summer day in london。
lord henry had not yet e in。 he was always late on principle； his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time。 so the lad was looking rather sulky； as with listless fingers he turned over the pages of an elaborately illustrated edition of manon lescaut that he had found in one of the book…cases。 the formal monotonous ticking of the louis quatorze clock annoyed him。 once or twice he thought of going away。
at last he heard a step outside； and the door opened。 〃how late you are； harry！〃 he murmured。
〃i am afraid it is not