"But I can finish your idyll for you.

You gave her good advice and broke her heart.
That was the beginning of your reformation." "Harry, you are horrible! You mustn't say these dreadful things.
Hetty's heart is not broken.

Of course, she cried and all that.

But there is no disgrace upon her.

She can live, like Perdita, in her garden of mint and marigold." "And weep over a faithless Florizel," said Lord Henry, laughing, as he leaned back in his chair.