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for there would be a real pleasure in watching it. he would be able to follow his mind into its secret places. this portrait would be to him the most magical of mirrors. as it had revealed to him his own body, so it would reveal to him his own soul. and when winter came upon it, he would still be standing where spring trembles on the verge of summer. when the blood crept from its face, and left behind a pallid mask of chalk with leaden eyes, he would keep the glamour of boyhood. not one blossom of his loveliness would ever fade. not one pulse of his life would ever weaken. like the gods of the greeks, he would be strong, and fleet, and joyous. what did it matter what happened to the coloured image on the canvas? he would be safe. that was everything.
lord henry shrugged his shoulders. "it is the real dorian gray-- that is all."
"it is quite true, dorian," said lord henry, gravely. "it is in all the morning papers. i wrote down to you to ask you not to see any one till i came. there will have to be an inquest, of course, and you must not be mixed up in it. things like that make a man fashionable in paris. but in london people are so prejudiced. here, one should never make ones début with a scandal. one should reserve that to give an interest to ones old age. i suppose they dont know your name at the theatre? if they dont, it is all right. did any one see you going round to her room? that is an important point."
"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 commit 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?"
"my dear dorian," answered lord henry, "you merely fainted. that was all. you must have overtired yourself. you had better not come down to dinner. i will take your place."
"dear lady narborough," murmured dorian, smiling, "i have not been in love for a whole week--not, in fact, since madame de ferrol left town."