The light is quite perfect, and you can bring your drinks." They rose up and sauntered down the walk together.

Two green-and-white butterflies fluttered past them, and in the pear-tree at the corner of the garden a thrush began to sing.
"You are glad you have met me, Mr.Gray," said Lord Henry, looking at him.
"Yes, I am glad now.

I wonder shall I always be glad ?" "Always! That is a dreadful word.

It makes me shudder when I hear it.
Women are so fond of using it.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever.