"I beg your pardon, Basil, but I didn't know you had any one with you." "This is Lord Henry Wotton, Dorian, an old Oxford friend of mine.

I have just been telling him what a capital sitter you were, and now you have spoiled everything." "You have not spoiled my pleasure in meeting you, Mr.Gray," said Lord Henry, stepping forward and extending his hand.

"My aunt has often spoken to me about you.

You are one of her favourites, and, I am afraid, one of her victims also." "I am in Lady Agatha's black books at present," answered Dorian with a funny look of penitence.

"I promised to go to a club in Whitechapel with her last Tuesday, and I really forgot all about it.