One day he told me frankly that Lord Alfred Douglas had come into a fortune of L15,000 or L20,000, "and," he added, "of course he's always able to get money.

He'll marry an American millionairess or some rich widow" (Oscar's ideas of life were nearly all conventional, derived from novels and plays); "and I wanted him to give me enough to make my life comfortable, to settle enough on me to make a decent life possible to me.

It would only have cost him two or three thousand pounds, perhaps less.

I get L150 a year and I wanted him to make it up to L300.[34] I lost that through going to him at Naples.

I think he ought to give me that at the very least, don't you?
Won't you speak to him, Frank ?" "I could not possibly interfere," I replied.
"I gave him everything," he went on, in a depressed way.