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"An eternity, she tells me. I believe, according to the peerage,

it is ten years, but ten years with Monmouth must have been like

eternity, with time thrown in. Who else is coming?"

"Oh, the Willoughbys, Lord Rugby and his wife, our hostess,

Geoffrey Clouston, the usual set. I have asked Lord Grotrian."

"I like him," said Lord Henry. "A great many people don't, but I

find him charming. He atones for being occasionally somewhat

overdressed by being always absolutely over-educated. He is a

very modern type."

"I don't know if he will be able to come, Harry. He may have to

go to Monte Carlo with his father."

"Ah! what a nuisance people's people are! Try and make him come.

By the way, Dorian, you ran off very early last night. You left

before eleven. What did you do afterwards? Did you go straight

home?"

Dorian glanced at him hurriedly and frowned.

"No, Harry," he said at last, "I did not get home till nearly

three."

"Did you go to the club?"