Chapter 8
It was long past noon when he awoke. His valet had crept several times on tiptoe into the room to see if he was stirring, and had wondered what made his young master sleep so late. Finally his bell sounded, and Victor came in softly with a cup of tea, and a pile of letters, on a small tray of old Sevres a, and drew back the olive-satin curtains, with their shimmering blue lining, that hung in front of the three tall windows.
"Monsieur has well slept this m," he said, smiling.
"What oclock is it, Victor?" asked Dorian Gray drowsily.
"One hour and a quarter, Monsieur."
How late it was! He sat up, and having sipped some tea, turned over his letters. One of them was from Lord Henry, and had been brought by hand that m. He hesitated for a moment, and then put it aside. The others he opened listlessly. They taihe usual colle of cards, invitations to diickets for private views, programmes of charity certs, and the like that are showered on fashionabl……（内容加载失败！）
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