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although i joy in thee,
"my dear dorian," answered lord henry, taking a cigarette from his case and producing a gold-latten matchbox, "the only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life. if you had married this girl, you would have been wretched. of course, you would have treated her kindly. one can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing. but she would have soon found out that you were absolutely indifferent to her. and when a woman finds that out about her husband, she either becomes dreadfully dowdy, or wears very smart bonnets that some other womans husband has to pay for. i say nothing about the social mistake, which would have been abject--which, of course, i would not have allowed-- but i assure you that in any case the whole thing would have been an absolute failure."
"a great many, i fear," she cried.
"you dont know his name, though," said the lad harshly.
"mr. dorian gray does not belong to blue books, uncle george," said lord henry languidly.
"yes, dorian, i suppose you were right," said hallward slowly.