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"
I
shall
be
charmed
.
A
visit
to
Treadley
would
be
a
great
privilege
.
It
has
a
perfect
host
,
and
a
perfect
library
.
"
"
You
will
complete
it
,
"
answered
the
old
gentleman
,
with
a
courteous
bow
.
"
And
now
I
must
bid
good-bye
to
your
excellent
aunt
.
I
am
due
at
the
Athenæum
.
It
is
the
hour
when
we
sleep
there
.
"
"
All
of
you
,
Mr.
Erskine
?
"
"
Forty
of
us
,
in
forty
arm-chairs
.
We
are
practising
for
an
English
Academy
of
Letters
.
"
Lord
Henry
laughed
,
and
rose
.
"
I
am
going
to
the
Park
,
"
he
cried
.
As
he
was
passing
out
of
the
door
Dorian
Gray
touched
him
on
the
arm
.
"
Let
me
come
with
you
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
But
I
thought
you
had
promised
Basil
Hallward
to
go
and
see
him
,
"
answered
Lord
Henry
.
"
I
would
sooner
come
with
you
;
yes
,
I
feel
I
must
come
with
you
.
Do
let
me
.
And
you
will
promise
to
talk
to
me
all
the
time
?
No
one
talks
so
wonderfully
as
you
do
.
"
"
Ah
!
I
have
talked
quite
enough
for
to-day
,
"
said
Lord
Henry
,
smiling
.
"
All
I
want
now
is
to
look
at
life
.
You
may
come
and
look
at
it
with
me
,
if
you
care
to
.
"
One
afternoon
,
a
month
later
,
Dorian
Gray
was
reclining
in
a
luxurious
arm-chair
,
in
the
little
library
of
Lord
Henry
's
house
in
Mayfair
.
It
was
,
in
its
way
,
a
very
charming
room
,
with
its
high-panelled
wainscoting
of
olive-stained
oak
,
its
cream-coloured
frieze
and
ceiling
of
raised
plaster-work
,
and
its
brickdust
felt
carpet
strewn
with
silk
long-fringed
Persian
rugs
.
On
a
tiny
satinwood
table
stood
a
statuette
by
Clodion
,
and
beside
it
lay
a
copy
of
"
Les
Cent
Nouvelles
,
"
bound
for
Margaret
of
Valois
by
Clovis
Eve
,
and
powdered
with
the
gilt
daisies
that
Queen
had
selected
for
her
device
.
Some
large
blue
china
jars
and
parrot-tulips
were
ranged
on
the
mantel-shelf
,
and
through
the
small
leaded
panels
of
the
window
streamed
the
apricot-coloured
light
of
a
summer
day
in
London
.
