"I believe that you are really a very good husband, but that you are thoroughly ashamed of your own virtues.

You are an extraordinary fellow.

You never say a moral thing, and you never do a wrong thing.
Your cynicism is simply a pose." "Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know," cried Lord Henry, laughing; and the two young men went out into the garden together and ensconced themselves on a long bamboo seat that stood in the shade of a tall laurel bush.

The sunlight slipped over the polished leaves.

In the grass, white daisies were tremulous.
After a pause, Lord Henry pulled out his watch.