Good heavens! don't you see a man moving behind the trees there, watching me, waiting for me ?" Lord Henry looked in the direction in which the trembling gloved hand was pointing.

"Yes," he said, smiling, "I see the gardener waiting for you.

I suppose he wants to ask you what flowers you wish to have on the table to-night.

How absurdly nervous you are, my dear fellow! You must come and see my doctor, when we get back to town." Dorian heaved a sigh of relief as he saw the gardener approaching.

The man touched his hat, glanced for a moment at Lord Henry in a hesitating manner, and then produced a letter, which he handed to his master.
"Her Grace told me to wait for an answer," he murmured.
Dorian put the letter into his pocket.