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"
Pure
family
affection
,
I
assure
you
,
Uncle
George
.
I
want
to
get
something
out
of
you
.
"
"
Money
,
I
suppose
,
"
said
Lord
Fermor
,
making
a
wry
face
.
"
Well
,
sit
down
and
tell
me
all
about
it
.
Young
people
,
nowadays
,
imagine
that
money
is
everything
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
murmured
Lord
Henry
,
settling
his
buttonhole
in
his
coat
;
"
and
when
they
grow
older
they
know
it
.
But
I
do
n't
want
money
.
It
is
only
people
who
pay
their
bills
who
want
that
,
Uncle
George
,
and
I
never
pay
mine
.
Credit
is
the
capital
of
a
younger
son
,
and
one
lives
charmingly
upon
it
.
Besides
,
I
always
deal
with
Dartmoor
's
tradesmen
,
and
consequently
they
never
bother
me
.
What
I
want
is
information
;
not
useful
information
,
of
course
;
useless
information
.
"
"
Well
,
I
can
tell
you
anything
that
is
in
an
English
Blue-book
,
Harry
,
although
those
fellows
nowadays
write
a
lot
of
nonsense
.
When
I
was
in
the
Diplomatic
,
things
were
much
better
.
But
I
hear
they
let
them
in
now
by
examination
.
What
can
you
expect
?
Examinations
,
sir
,
are
pure
humbug
from
beginning
to
end
.
If
a
man
is
a
gentleman
,
he
knows
quite
enough
,
and
if
he
is
not
a
gentleman
,
whatever
he
knows
is
bad
for
him
.
"
"
Mr.
Dorian
Gray
does
not
belong
to
Blue-books
,
Uncle
George
,
"
said
Lord
Henry
,
languidly
.
"
Mr.
Dorian
Gray
?
Who
is
he
?
"
asked
Lord
Fermor
,
knitting
his
bushy
white
eyebrows
.
"
That
is
what
I
have
come
to
learn
,
Uncle
George
.
Or
rather
,
I
know
who
he
is
.
He
is
the
last
Lord
Kelso
's
grandson
.
His
mother
was
a
Devereux
;
Lady
Margaret
Devereux
.
I
want
you
to
tell
me
about
his
mother
.
What
was
she
like
?
Whom
did
she
marry
?
You
have
known
nearly
everybody
in
your
time
,
so
you
might
have
known
her
.
I
am
very
much
interested
in
Mr.
Gray
at
present
.
I
have
only
just
met
him
.
"
"
Kelso
's
grandson
!
"
echoed
the
old
gentleman
.
--
"
Kelso
's
grandson
!
...
Of
course
...
.
I
knew
his
mother
intimately
.
I
believe
I
was
at
her
christening
.
She
was
an
extraordinarily
beautiful
girl
,
Margaret
Devereux
;
and
made
all
the
men
frantic
by
running
away
with
a
penniless
young
fellow
;
a
mere
nobody
,
sir
,
a
subaltern
in
a
foot
regiment
,
or
something
of
that
kind
.
Certainly
.
I
remember
the
whole
thing
as
if
it
happened
yesterday
.
The
poor
chap
was
killed
in
a
duel
at
Spa
,
a
few
months
after
the
marriage
.
There
was
an
ugly
story
about
it
.
They
said
Kelso
got
some
rascally
adventurer
,
some
Belgian
brute
,
to
insult
his
son-in-law
in
public
;
paid
him
,
sir
,
to
do
it
,
paid
him
;
and
that
the
fellow
spitted
his
man
as
if
he
had
been
a
pigeon
.
The
thing
was
hushed
up
,
but
,
egad
,
Kelso
ate
his
chop
alone
at
the
club
for
some
time
afterwards
.
He
brought
his
daughter
back
with
him
,
I
was
told
,
and
she
never
spoke
to
him
again
.
Oh
,
yes
;
it
was
a
bad
business
.
The
girl
died
too
;
died
within
a
year
.
So
she
left
a
son
,
did
she
?
I
had
forgotten
that
.
What
sort
of
boy
is
he
?
If
he
is
like
his
mother
he
must
be
a
good-looking
chap
.
"
"
He
is
very
good-looking
,
"
assented
Lord
Henry
.
"
I
hope
he
will
fall
into
proper
hands
,
"
continued
the
old
man
.
"
He
should
have
a
pot
of
money
waiting
for
him
if
Kelso
did
the
right
thing
by
him
.
His
mother
had
money
too
.
All
the
Selby
property
came
to
her
,
through
her
grandfather
.
Her
grandfather
hated
Kelso
,
thought
him
a
mean
dog
.
