ror to most of his relations； whom he bullied in turn。 only england could have produced him； and he always said that the country was going to the dogs。 his principles were out of date； but there was a good deal to be said for his prejudices。
when lord henry entered the room； he found his uncle sitting in a rough shooting…coat； smoking a cheroot and grumbling over the times。 〃well； harry；〃 said the old gentleman； 〃what brings you out so early？ i thought you dandies never got up till two； and were not visible till five。〃
〃pure family affection； i assure you； uncle george。 i want to get something out of you。〃
〃money； i suppose；〃 said lord fermor； making a wry face。 〃well； sit down and tell me all about it。 young people； nowadays； imagine that money is everything。〃
〃yes；〃 murmured lord henry； settling his button…hole in his coat； 〃and when they grow older they know it。 but i dont want money。 it is only people who pay their bills who want that； uncle george； and i never pay mine。 credit is the capital of a younger son； and one lives charmingly upon it。 besides； i always deal with dartmoors tradesmen； and consequently they never bother me。 what i want is information： not useful information； of course； useless information。〃
〃well； i can tell you anything that is in an english blue book； harry； although those fellows nowadays write a lot of nonsense。 when i was in the diplomatic； things were much better。 but i hear they let them in now by examination。 what can you expect？ examinations； sir； are pure humbug from beginning to end。 if a man is a gentleman； he knows quite enough； and if he is not a gentleman； whatever he knows is bad for him。〃
〃mr。 dorian gray does not belong to blue books； uncle george；〃 said lord henry languidly。
〃mr。 dorian gray？ who is he？〃 asked lord fermor； knitting his bushy white eyebrows。
〃that is what i have e to learn； uncle george。 or rather； i know who he is。 he is the last lord kelsos grandson。 his mother was a devereux； lady margaret devereaux。 i want you to tell me about his mother。 what was she like？ whom did she marry？ you have known nearly everybody in your time； so you might have known her。 i am very much interested in mr。 gray at present。 i have only just met him。〃
〃kelsos grandson！〃 echoed the old gentleman。 〃kelsos grandson！ 。。。 of course。。。。 i knew his mother intimately。 i believe i was at her christening。 she was an extraordinarily beautiful girl； margaret devereux； and made all the men frantic by running away with a penniless young fellow a mere nobody； sir； a subaltern in a foot regiment； or something of that kind。 certainly。 i remember the whole thing as if it happened yesterday。 the poor chap was killed in a duel at spa a few months after the marriage。 there was an ugly story about it。 they said kelso got some rascally adventurer； some belgian brute； to insult his son…in…law in publicpaid him； sir； to do it； paid him and that the fellow spitted his man as if he had been a pigeon。 the thing was hushed up； but； egad； kelso ate his chop alone at the club for some time afterwards。 he brought his daughter back with him； i was told； and she never spoke to him again。 oh； yes； it was a bad business。 the girl died； too； died within a year。 so she left a son； did she？ i had forgotten that。 what sort of boy is he？ if he is like his mother； he must be a good…looking chap。〃
〃he is very good…looking；〃 assented lord henry。
〃i hope he will fall into proper hands；〃 continued the old man。 〃he should have a pot of money waiting for him if kelso did the right thing by him。 his mother had money； too。 all the selby property came to her； through her grandfather。 her grandfather hated kelso； thought him a mean dog。 he was； too。 came to madrid once when i was there。 egad； i was ashamed of him。 the queen used to ask me about the english noble who was always quarrelling with the cabmen about their fares。 they made quite a story of it。 i didnt dare show my face at court for a month。 i hope he treated his grandson better than he did the jarvies。〃
〃i dont know；〃 answered lord henry。 〃i fancy that the boy will be well off。 he is not of age yet。 he has selby； i know。 he told me so。 and 。 。 。 his mother was very beautiful？〃
〃margaret devereux was one of the loveliest creatures i ever saw； harry。 what on earth induced her to behave as she did； i never could understand。 she could have married anybody she chose。 carlington was mad after her。 she was romantic； though。 all the women of that family were。 the men were a poor lot； but； egad！ the women were wonderful。 carlington went on his knees to her。 told me so himself。 she laughed at him； and there wasnt a girl in london at the time who wasnt after him。 and by the way； harry； talking about silly marriages； what is this humbug your father tells me about dartmoor wanting to marry an american？ aint english girls good enough for him？〃
〃it is rather fashionable to marry americans just now； uncle george。〃
〃ill back english women against the world； harry；〃 said lord fermor； striking the table with his fist。
〃the betting is on the americans。〃
〃they dont last； i am told；〃 muttered his uncle。
〃a long engagement exhausts them； but they are capital at a steeplechase。 they take things flying。 i dont think dartmoor has a chance。〃
〃who are her people？〃 grumbled the old gentleman。 〃has she got any？〃
lord henry shook his head。 〃american girls are as clever at concealing their parents； as english women are at concealing their past；〃 he said； rising to go。
〃they are pork…packers； i suppose？〃
〃i hope so； uncle george； for dartmoors sake。 i am told that pork…packing is the most lucrative profession in america； after politics。〃
〃is she pretty？〃
〃she behaves as if she was beautiful。 most american women do。 it is the secret of their charm。〃
〃why cant these american women stay in their own country？ they are always telling us that it is the paradise for women。〃
〃it is。 that is the reason why； like eve； they are so excessively anxious to get out of it；〃 said lord henry。 〃good…bye； uncle george。 i shall be late for lunch； if i stop any longer。 thanks for giving me the information i wanted。 i always like to know everything about my new friends； and nothing about my old ones。〃
〃where are you lunching； harry？〃
〃at aunt agathas。 i have asked myself and mr。 gray。 he is her latest prot茅g茅e。〃
〃humph！ tell your aunt agatha； harry； not to bother me any more with her charity appeals。 i am sick of them。 why； the good woman thinks that i have nothing to do but to write cheques for her silly fads。〃
〃all right； uncle george； ill tell her； but it wont have any effect。 philanthropic people lose all sense of humanity。 it is their distinguishing characteristic。〃
the old gentleman growled approvingly and rang the bell for his servant。 lord henry passed up the low arcade into burlington street and turned his steps in the direction of berkeley square。
so that was the story of dorian grays parentage。 crudely as it had been told to him； it had yet stirred him by its suggestion of a strange； almost modern romance。 a beautiful woman risking everything for a mad passion。 a few wild weeks of happiness cut short by a hideous； treacherous crime。 months of voiceless agony； and then a child born in pain。 the mother snatched away by death； the boy left to solitude and the tyranny of an old and loveless man。 yes； it was an interesting background。 it posed the lad； made him more perfect； as it were。 behind every exquisite thing that existed； there was something tragic。 worlds had to be in travail； that the meanest flower might blow。 。 。 。 and how charming he had been at dinner the night before； as with startled eyes and lips parted in frightened pleasure he had sat opposite to him at the club； the red candleshades staining to a richer rose the wakening wonder of his face。 talking to him was like playing upon an exquisite violin。 he answered to every touch and thrill of the bow。 。 。 。 there was something terribly enthralling in the exercise of influence。 no other activity was like it。 to project ones soul into some gracious form； and let it tarry there for a moment； to hear ones own intellectual views echoed back to one with all the added music of passion and youth； to convey ones temperament into another as though it were a subtle fluid or a strange perfume： there was a real joy in thatperhaps the most satisfying joy left to us in an age so limited and vulgar as our own； an age grossly carnal in its pleasures； and grossly mon in its aims。。。。 he was a marvellous type； too； this lad； whom by so curious a chance he had met in basils studio； or could be fashioned into a marvellous type； at any rate。 grace was his； and the white purity of boyhood； and beauty such as old greek marbles kept for us。 there was nothing that one could not do with him。 he could be made a titan or a toy。 what a pity it was that such beauty was destined to fade！ 。 。 。 and basil？ from a psychological point of view； how interesting he was！ the new manner in art； the fresh mode of looking at life； suggested so strangely by the merely visible presence of one who was unconscious of it all； the silent spirit that dwelt in dim woodland； and walked unseen in open field； suddenly showing herself； dryadlike and not afraid； because in his soul who sought for her there had been wakened that wonderful vision to which alone are wonderful things revealed； the mere shapes and patterns of things being； as it were； refined； and gaining a kind of symbolical value； as though they were themselves patterns of some other and more perfect form whose shadow they made real： how strange it all was！ he remembered something like it in history。 was it not plato； that artist in thought； who had first analyzed it？ was it not buonarotti who had carved it in the coloured marbles of a sonnet…sequence？ but in our own century it was strange。 。 。 。 yes； he would try to be to dorian gray what； without knowing it； the lad was to the painter who had fashioned the wonderful portrait。 he would seek to dominate himhad already； indeed； half done so。 he would make that wonderful spirit his own。 there was something fascinating in this son of love and death。
suddenly he stopped and glanced up at the houses。 he found that he had passed