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"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?"

"I am always telling him so, Lady Narborough," said Lord Henry

with a bow.

"Well, we must look out for a suitable match for him. I shall go

through Debrett carefully to-night and draw out a list of all the

eligible young ladies."

"With their ages, Lady Narborough?" asked Dorian.

"Of course, with their ages, slightly edited. But nothing must be

done in a hurry. I want it to be what The Morning Post calls a

suitable alliance, and I want you both to be happy."