As the glass door closed behind Dorian, Lord Henry turned and looked at the duchess with his slumberous eyes.

"Are you very much in love with him ?" he asked.
She did not answer for some time, but stood gazing at the landscape.
"I wish I knew," she said at last.
He shook his head.

"Knowledge would be fatal.

It is the uncertainty that charms one.

A mist makes things wonderful." "One may lose one's way." "All ways end at the same point, my dear Gladys." "What is that ?" "Disillusion." "It was my debut in life," she sighed.
"It came to you crowned." "I am tired of strawberry leaves." "They become you." "Only in public." "You would miss them," said Lord Henry.
"I will not part with a petal." "Monmouth has ears." "Old age is dull of hearing." "Has he never been jealous ?" "I wish he had been." He glanced about as if in search of something.