Chapter 17
A week later Dorian Gray was sitting in the servatory at Selby Royal, talking to the pretty Duchess of Monmouth, who with her husband, a jaded-looking man of sixty, was amongst his guests. It was tea-time, and the mellow light of the huge, lace-covered lamp that stood oable lit up the delicate a and hammered silver of the service at which the duchess residing. Her white hands were moving daintily among the cups, and her full red lips were smiling at something that Dorian had whispered to her. Lord Henry was lying ba a silk-draped wicker chair, looking at them. On a peach-coloured divan sat Lady Narbh, pretending to listen to the dukes description of the last Braziliale that he had added to his colle. Three young men in elaborate smoking-suits were handing tea-cakes to some of the women. The house-party sisted of twelve people, and there were more expected to arrive on the day.
"What are you two talking about?" said Lord Henry, strolling over……（内容加载失败！）
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