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Lady
Ruxton
glanced
at
him
curiously
.
"
You
must
come
and
explain
that
to
me
some
afternoon
,
Lord
Henry
.
It
sounds
a
fascinating
theory
,
"
she
murmured
,
as
she
swept
out
of
the
room
.
"
Now
,
mind
you
do
n't
stay
too
long
over
your
politics
and
scandal
,
"
cried
Lady
Narborough
from
the
door
.
"
If
you
do
,
we
are
sure
to
squabble
upstairs
.
"
The
men
laughed
,
and
Mr.
Chapman
got
up
solemnly
from
the
foot
of
the
table
and
came
up
to
the
top
.
Dorian
Gray
changed
his
seat
,
and
went
and
sat
by
Lord
Henry
.
Mr.
Chapman
began
to
talk
in
a
loud
voice
about
the
situation
in
the
House
of
Commons
.
He
guffawed
at
his
adversaries
.
The
word
doctrinaire
--
word
full
of
terror
to
the
British
mind
--
reappeared
from
time
to
time
between
his
explosions
.
An
alliterative
prefix
served
as
an
ornament
of
oratory
.
He
hoisted
the
Union
Jack
on
the
pinnacles
of
Thought
.
The
inherited
stupidity
of
the
race
--
sound
English
common
sense
he
jovially
termed
it
--
was
shown
to
be
the
proper
bulwark
for
Society
.
A
smile
curved
Lord
Henry
's
lips
,
and
he
turned
round
and
looked
at
Dorian
.
"
Are
you
better
,
my
dear
fellow
?
"
he
asked
.
"
You
seemed
rather
out
of
sorts
at
dinner
.
"
"
I
am
quite
well
,
Harry
.
I
am
tired
.
That
is
all
.
"
"
You
were
charming
last
night
.
The
little
Duchess
is
quite
devoted
to
you
.
She
tells
me
she
is
going
down
to
Selby
.
"
"
She
has
promised
to
come
on
the
twentieth
.
"
"
Is
Monmouth
to
be
there
too
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
Harry
.
"
