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"
I
should
have
objected
very
strongly
this
morning
,
Lord
Henry
.
"
"
Ah
!
this
morning
!
You
have
lived
since
then
.
"
There
came
a
knock
at
the
door
,
and
the
butler
entered
with
a
laden
tea-tray
and
set
it
down
upon
a
small
Japanese
table
.
There
was
a
rattle
of
cups
and
saucers
and
the
hissing
of
a
fluted
Georgian
urn
.
Two
globe-shaped
china
dishes
were
brought
in
by
a
page
.
Dorian
Gray
went
over
and
poured
out
the
tea
.
The
two
men
sauntered
languidly
to
the
table
,
and
examined
what
was
under
the
covers
.
"
Let
us
go
to
the
theatre
to-night
,
"
said
Lord
Henry
.
"
There
is
sure
to
be
something
on
,
somewhere
.
I
have
promised
to
dine
at
White
's
,
but
it
is
only
with
an
old
friend
,
so
I
can
send
him
a
wire
to
say
that
I
am
ill
,
or
that
I
am
prevented
from
coming
in
consequence
of
a
subsequent
engagement
.
I
think
that
would
be
a
rather
nice
excuse
:
it
would
have
all
the
surprise
of
candour
.
"
"
It
is
such
a
bore
putting
on
one
's
dress-clothes
,
"
muttered
Hallward
.
"
And
,
when
one
has
them
on
,
they
are
so
horrid
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
answered
Lord
Henry
,
dreamily
,
"
the
costume
of
the
nineteenth
century
is
detestable
.
It
is
so
sombre
,
so
depressing
.
Sin
is
the
only
real
colour-element
left
in
modern
life
.
"
"
You
really
must
not
say
things
like
that
before
Dorian
,
Harry
.
"
"
Before
which
Dorian
?
The
one
who
is
pouring
out
tea
for
us
,
or
the
one
in
the
picture
?
"
"
Before
either
.
"
"
I
should
like
to
come
to
the
theatre
with
you
,
Lord
Henry
,
"
said
the
lad
.
