CHAPTER XV.
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,LadyNarborough.Ismokeagreatdealtoomuch.Iamgoingtolimitmyself,forthefuture.”
“Praydon’t,LadyRuxton,”saidLordHenry.“Moderationisafatalthing.Enoughisasbadasameal.Morethanenoughisasgoodasafeast.”
LadyRuxtonglancedathimcuriously.“Youmustcomeandexplainthattomesomeafternoon,LordHenry.Itsoundsafascinatingtheory,”shemurmured,asshesweptoutoftheroom.
“Now,mindyoudon’tstaytoolongoveryourpoliticsandscandal,”criedLadyNarboroughfromthedoor.“Ifyoudo,wearesuretosquabbleupstairs.”
Themenlaughed,andMr.Chapmangotupsolemnlyfromthefootofthetableandcameuptothetop.DorianGraychangedhisseatandwentandsatbyLordHenry.Mr.ChapmanbegantotalkinaloudvoiceaboutthesituationintheHouseofCommons.Heguffawedathisadversaries.Theworddoctrinaire—wordfullofterrortotheBritishmind—reappearedfromtimetotimebetweenhisexplosions.Analliterativeprefixservedasanornamentoforatory.HehoistedtheUnionJackonthepinnaclesofthought.Theinheritedstupidityoftherace—soundEnglishcommonsensehejoviallytermedit—wasshowntobetheproperbulwarkforsociety.
AsmilecurvedLordHenry’slips,andheturnedroundandlookedatDorian.
“Areyoubetter,mydearfellow?”heasked.“Youseemedratheroutofsortsatdinner.”
“Iamquitewell,Harry.Iamtired.Thatisall.”
“Youwerecharminglastnight.Thelittleduchessisquitedevotedtoyou.ShetellsmesheisgoingdowntoSelby.”
“Shehaspromisedtocomeonthetwentieth.”
“IsMonmouthtobethere,too?”
“Oh,yes,Harry.”
“Heboresmedreadfully,almostasmuchasheboresher.Sheisveryclever,toocleverforawoman.Shelackstheindefinablecharmofweakness.Itisthefeetofclaythatmakethegoldoftheimageprecious.Herfeetareverypretty,buttheyarenotfeetofclay.Whiteporcelainfeet,ifyoulike.Theyhavebeenthroughthefire,andwhatfiredoesnotdestroy,ithardens.Shehashadexperiences.”
“Howlonghasshebeenmarried?”askedDorian.
“Aneternity,shetellsme.Ibelieve,accordingtothepeerage,itistenyears,buttenyearswithMonmouthmusthavebeenlikeeternity,withtimethrownin.Whoelseiscoming?”
“Oh,theWilloughbys,LordRugbyandhiswife,ourhostess,GeoffreyClouston,theusualset.IhaveaskedLordGrotrian.”
“Ilikehim,”saidLordHenry.“Agreatmanypeopledon’t,butIfindhimcharming.Heatonesforbeingoccasionallysomewhatoverdressedbybeingalwaysabsolutelyover-educated.Heisaverymoderntype.”
“Idon’tknowifhewillbeabletocome,Harry.HemayhavetogotoMonteCarlowithhisfather.”
“Ah!whatanuisancepeople’speopleare!Tryandmakehimcome.Bytheway,Dorian,youranoffveryearlylastnight.Youleftbeforeeleven.Whatdidyoudoafterwards?Didyougostraighthome?”
Dorianglancedathimhurriedlyandfrowned.
“No,Harry,”hesaidatlast,“Ididnotgethometillnearlythree.”
“Didyougototheclub?”
“Yes,”heanswered.Thenhebithislip.“No,Idon’tmeanthat.Ididn’tgototheclub.Iwalkedabout.IforgetwhatIdid....Howinquisitiveyouare,Harry!Youalwayswanttoknowwhatonehasbeendoing.IalwayswanttoforgetwhatIhavebeendoing.Icameinathalf-pasttwo,ifyouwishtoknowtheexacttime.Ihadleftmylatch-keyathome,andmyservanthadtoletmein.Ifyouwantanycorroborative