But how are you going to begin ?" "By marrying Sibyl Vane." "Marrying Sibyl Vane!" cried Lord Henry, standing up and looking at him in perplexed amazement.

"But, my dear Dorian--" "Yes, Harry, I know what you are going to say.

Something dreadful about marriage.

Don't say it.

Don't ever say things of that kind to me again.