Портрет Дориана Грея

           Hewas,too.CametoMadridoncewhenIwasthere. Egad,Iwasashamedofhim. TheQueenusedtoaskmeabouttheEnglishnoblewhowasalwaysquarrellingwiththecabmenabouttheirfares. Theymadequiteastoryofit.Ididn’tdaretoshowmyfaceatCourtforamonth. Ihopehetreatedhisgrandsonbetterthanhedidthejarvies." 

           "Idon’tknow,"answeredLordHenry."Ifancythattheboywillbewelloff.Heisnotofageyet. HehasSelby,Iknow.Hetoldmeso.And...hismotherwasverybeautiful?" 

           "MargaretDevereuxwasoneoftheloveliestcreaturesIeversaw,Harry. Whatonearthinducedhertobehaveasshedid,Inevercouldunderstand.Shecouldhavemarriedanybodyshechose. Carlingtonwasmadafterher.Shewasromantic,though. Allthewomenofthatfamilywere.Themenwereapoorlot,but,egad!thewomenwerewonderful. Carlingtonwentonhiskneestoher.Toldmesohimself. Shelaughedathim,andtherewasn’tagirlinLondonatthetimewhowasn’tafterhim. Andbytheway,Harry,talkingaboutsillymarriages,whatisthishumbugyourfathertellsmeaboutDartmoorwantingtomarryanAmerican? Ain’tEnglishgirlsgoodenoughforhim?" 

           "ItisratherfashionabletomarryAmericansjustnow,UncleGeorge." 

           "I’llbackEnglishwomenagainsttheworld,Harry,"saidLordFermor,strikingthetablewithhisfist. 

           "ThebettingisontheAmericans." 

           "Theydon’tlast,Iamtold,"mutteredhisuncle. 

           "Alongengagementexhauststhem,buttheyarecapitalatasteeplechase. Theytakethingsflying.Idon’tthinkDartmoorhasachance."