“ Fin de siècle ,” murmured Lord Henry.

“ Fin du globe ,” answered his hostess.

“I wish it were fin du globe ,” said Dorian with a sigh. “Life is a great disappointment.”

“Ah, my dear,” cried Lady Narborough, putting on her gloves, “don’t tell me that you have exhausted life. When a man says that one knows that life has exhausted him. Lord Henry is very wicked, and I sometimes wish that I had been; but you are made to be good⁠—you look so good. I must find you a nice wife. Lord Henry, don’t you think that Mr. Gray should get married?”