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"
How
you
men
can
fall
in
love
with
that
woman
!
"
exclaimed
the
old
lady
.
"
I
really
can
not
understand
it
.
"
"
It
is
simply
because
she
remembers
you
when
you
were
a
little
girl
,
Lady
Narborough
,
"
said
Lord
Henry
.
"
She
is
the
one
link
between
us
and
your
short
frocks
.
"
"
She
does
not
remember
my
short
frocks
at
all
,
Lord
Henry
.
But
I
remember
her
very
well
at
Vienna
thirty
years
ago
,
and
how
décolletée
she
was
then
.
"
"
She
is
still
décolletée
,
"
he
answered
,
taking
an
olive
in
his
long
fingers
;
"
and
when
she
is
in
a
very
smart
gown
she
looks
like
an
édition
de
luxe
of
a
bad
French
novel
.
She
is
really
wonderful
,
and
full
of
surprises
.
Her
capacity
for
family
affection
is
extraordinary
.
When
her
third
husband
died
,
her
hair
turned
quite
gold
from
grief
.
"
"
How
can
you
,
Harry
!
"
cried
Dorian
.
"
It
is
a
most
romantic
explanation
,
"
laughed
the
hostess
.
"
But
her
third
husband
,
Lord
Henry
!
You
do
n't
mean
to
say
Ferrol
is
the
fourth
.
"
"
Certainly
,
Lady
Narborough
.
"
"
I
do
n't
believe
a
word
of
it
.
"
"
Well
,
ask
Mr.
Gray
.
He
is
one
of
her
most
intimate
friends
.
"
"
Is
it
true
,
Mr.
Gray
?
"
