the thing whose grotesque misshapen shadow on the spotted carpet showed him that it had not stirred； but was still there； as he had left it。
he heaved a deep breath； opened the door a little wider； and with half…closed eyes and averted head； walked quickly in； determined that he would not look even once upon the dead man。 then； stooping down and taking up the gold…and…purple hanging； he flung it right over the picture。
there he stopped； feeling afraid to turn round； and his eyes fixed themselves on the intricacies of the pattern before him。 he heard campbell bringing in the heavy chest； and the irons； and the other things that he had required for his dreadful work。 he began to wonder if he and basil hallward had ever met； and； if so； what they had thought of each other。
〃leave me now；〃 said a stern voice behind him。
he turned and hurried out； just conscious that the dead man had been thrust back into the chair and that campbell was gazing into a glistening yellow face。 as he was going downstairs； he heard the key being turned in the lock。
it was long after seven when campbell came back into the library。 he was pale； but absolutely calm。 〃i have done what you asked me to do；〃 he muttered 〃and now； good…bye。 let us never see each other again。〃
〃you have saved me from ruin； alan。 i cannot forget that；〃 said dorian simply。
as soon as campbell had left； he went upstairs。 there was a horrible smell of nitric acid in the room。 but the thing that had been sitting at the table was gone。
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Chapter 15
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chapter 15
that evening； at eight…thirty； exquisitely dressed and wearing a large button…hole of parma violets； dorian gray was ushered into lady narboroughs drawing…room by bowing servants。 his forehead was throbbing with maddened nerves； and he felt wildly excited； but his manner as he bent over his hostesss hand was as easy and graceful as ever。 perhaps one never seems so much at ones ease as when one has to play a part。 certainly no one looking at dorian gray that night could have believed that he had passed through a tragedy as horrible as any tragedy of our age。 those finely shaped fingers could never have clutched a knife for sin； nor those smiling lips have cried out on god and goodness。 he himself could not help wondering at the calm of his demeanour； and for a moment felt keenly the terrible pleasure of a double life。
it was a small party； got up rather in a hurry by lady narborough； who was a very clever woman with what lord henry used to describe as the remains of really remarkable ugliness。 she had proved an excellent wife to one of our most tedious ambassadors； and having buried her husband properly in a marble mausoleum； which she had herself designed； and married off her daughters to some rich； rather elderly men； she devoted herself now to the pleasures of french fiction； french cookery； and french esprit when she could get it。
dorian was one of her especial favourites； and she always told him that she was extremely glad she had not met him in early life。 〃i know； my dear； i should have fallen madly in love with you；〃 she used to say； 〃and thrown my bonnet right over the mills for your sake。 it is most fortunate that you were not thought of at the time。 as it was； our bonnets were so unbeing； and the mills were so occupied in trying to raise the wind； that i never had even a flirtation with anybody。 however； that was all narboroughs fault。 he was dreadfully short…sighted； and there is no pleasure in taking in a husband who never sees anything。〃
her guests this evening were rather tedious。 the fact was； as she explained to dorian； behind a very shabby fan； one of her married daughters had e up quite suddenly to stay with her； and； to make matters worse； had actually brought her husband with her。 〃i think it is most unkind of her； my dear；〃 she whispered。 〃of course i go and stay with them every summer after i e from homburg； but then an old woman like me must have fresh air sometimes； and besides； i really wake them up。 you dont know what an existence they lead down there。 it is pure unadulterated country life。 they get up early； because they have so much to do； and go to bed early； because they have so little to think about。 there has not been a scandal in the neighbourhood since the time of queen elizabeth； and consequently they all fall asleep after dinner。 you shant sit next either of them。 you shall sit by me and amuse me。〃
dorian murmured a graceful pliment and looked round the room。 yes： it was certainly a tedious party。 two of the people he had never seen before； and the others consisted of ernest harrowden； one of those middle…aged mediocrities so mon in london clubs who have no enemies； but are thoroughly disliked by their friends； lady ruxton； an overdressed woman of forty…seven； with a hooked nose； who was always trying to get herself promised； but was so peculiarly plain that to her great disappointment no one would ever believe anything against her； mrs。 erlynne； a pushing nobody； with a delightful lisp and venetian…red hair； lady alice chapman； his hostesss daughter； a dowdy dull girl； with one of those characteristic british faces that； once seen； are never remembered； and her husband； a red…cheeked； white…whiskered creature who； like so many of his class； was under the impression that inordinate joviality can atone for an entire lack of ideas。
he was rather sorry he had e； till lady narborough； looking at the great ormolu gilt clock that sprawled in gaudy curves on the mauve…draped mantelshelf； exclaimed： 〃how horrid of henry wotton to be so late！ i sent round to him this morning on chance and he promised faithfully not to disappoint me。〃
it was some consolation that harry was to be there； and when the door opened and he heard his slow musical voice lending charm to some insincere apology； he ceased to feel bored。
but at dinner he could not eat anything。 plate after plate went away untasted。 lady narborough kept scolding him for what she called 〃an insult to poor adolphe； who invented the menu specially for you；〃 and now and then lord henry looked across at him； wondering at his silence and abstracted manner。 from time to time the butler filled his glass with champagne。 he drank eagerly； and his thirst seemed to increase。
〃dorian；〃 said lord henry at last； as the chaud…froid was being handed round； 〃what is the matter with you to…night？ you are quite out of sorts。〃
〃i believe he is in love；〃 cried lady narborough； and that he is afraid to tell me for fear i should be jealous。 he is quite right。 i certainly should。〃
〃dear lady narborough；〃 murmured dorian； smiling； 〃i have not been in love for a whole weeknot； in fact； since madame de ferrol left town。〃
〃how you men can fall in love with that woman！〃 exclaimed the old lady。 〃i really cannot understand it。〃
〃it is simply because she remembers you when you were a little girl； lady narborough；〃 said lord henry。 〃she is the one link between us and your short frocks。〃
〃she does not remember my short frocks at all； lord henry。 but i remember her very well at vienna thirty years ago； and how d茅collet茅e she was then。〃
〃she is still d茅collet茅e；〃 he answered； taking an olive in his long fingers； 〃and when she is in a very smart gown she looks like an 茅dition de luxe of a bad french novel。 she is really wonderful； and full of surprises。 her capacity for family affection is extraordinary。 when her third husband died； her hair turned quite gold from grief。〃
〃how can you； harry！〃 cried dorian。
〃it is a most romantic explanation；〃 laughed the hostess。 〃but her third husband； lord henry！ you dont mean to say ferrol is the fourth？〃
〃certainly； lady narborough。〃
〃i dont believe a word of it。〃
〃well； ask mr。 gray。 he is one of her most intimate friends。〃
〃is it true； mr。 gray？〃
〃she assures me so； lady narborough；〃 said dorian。 〃i asked her whether； like marguerite de navarre； she had their hearts embalmed and hung at her girdle。 she told me she didnt； because none of them had had any hearts at all。〃
〃four husbands！ upon my word that is trop de z猫le。〃
〃trop daudace； i tell her；〃 said dorian。
〃oh！ she is audacious enough for anything； my dear。 and what is ferrol like？ i dont know him。〃
〃the husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes；〃 said lord henry； sipping his wine。
lady narborough hit him with her fan。 〃lord henry； i am not at all surprised that the world says that you are extremely wicked。〃
〃but what world says that？〃 asked lord henry； elevating his eyebrows。 〃it can only be the next world。 this world and i are on excellent terms。〃
〃everybody i know says you are very wicked；〃 cried the old lady； shaking her head。
lord henry looked serious for some moments。 〃it is perfectly monstrous；〃 he said； at last； 〃the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind ones back that are absolutely and entirely true。〃
〃isnt he incorrigible？〃 cried dorian； leaning forward in his chair。
〃i hope so；〃 said his hostess； laughing。 〃but really； if you all worship madame de ferrol in this ridiculous way； i shall have to marry again so as to be in the fashion。〃
〃you will never marry again； lady narborough；〃 broke in lord henry。 〃you were far too happy。 when a woman marries again； it is because she detested her first husband。 when a man marries again； it is because he adored his first wife。 women try their luck； men risk theirs。〃
〃narborough wasnt perfect；〃 cried the old lady。
〃if he had been； you would not have loved him； my dear lady；〃 was the rejoinder。 〃women love us for our defects。 if we have enough of them； they will forgive us everything； even our intellects。 you will never ask me to dinner again after saying this； i am afraid； lady narborough； but it is quite true。〃
〃of course it is true； lord henry。 if we women did not love you for your defects； where would you all be？ not one of you would ever be married。 you would be a set of unfortunate bachelors。 not； however； that that would alter you much。 nowadays all the married men live like bachelors； and all the bachelors like married men。〃
〃fin de si猫cle；〃 murmured lord henry。
〃fin du globe；〃 answered his hostess。
〃i wish