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Dorian shrugged his shoulders. "I believe he married Lady

Radley's maid, and has established her in Paris as an English

dressmaker. Anglomanie is very fashionable over there now, I

hear. It seems silly of the French, doesn't it? But-do you

know?-he was not at all a bad servant. I never liked him, but I

had nothing to complain about. One often imagines things that are

quite absurd. He was really very devoted to me and seemed quite

sorry when he went away. Have another brandy-and-soda? Or would

you like hock-and-seltzer? I always take hock-and-seltzer myself.

There is sure to be some in the next room."

"Thanks, I won't have anything more," said the painter, taking

his cap and coat off and throwing them on the bag that he had

placed in the corner. "And now, my dear fellow, I want to speak

to you seriously. Don't frown like that. You make it so much more

difficult for me."