Chapter19

    Thereisnouseyourtelliyoingtobegood,"criedLordHenry,dippinghiswhitefingersintoaredcopperbowlfilledwithrose-water."Youarequiteperfect.Pray,dontge."

    Drayshookhishead."No,Harry,Ihavedooomanydreadfulthingsinmylife.Iamnotgoingtodoanymore.Ibeganmygoodasyesterday."

    "Wherewereyouyesterday?"

    "Inthetry,Harry.Iwasstayingatalittleinnbymyself."

    "Mydearboy,"saidLordHenry,smiling,"anybodybegoodinthetry.Thereareatiohatisthereasonwhypeoplewholiveoutoftownaresoabsolutelyuncivilized.Civilizationisnotbyanymeahingtoattainto.Thereareonlytwowaysbywhireachit.Oneisbybeingcultured,theotherbybeingcorrupt.trypeoplehavenoopportunityofbeiher,sotheystagnate."

    "Cultureandcorruption,"echoedDorian."Ihaveknowhingofboth.Itseemsterribletomenowthattheyshouldeverbefoundtogether.ForIhaveanewideal,Harry.Iamgoingtoalter.IthinkIhavealtered."

    "Youhaveoldmewhatyoodawas.Ordidyousayyouhaddonemorethanone?"askedhispanionashespilledintohisplatealittlecrimsonpyramidofseededstrawberriesand,throughaperforated,shell-shapedspoon,snowedwhitesugaruponthem.

    "Itellyou,Harry.ItisnotastoryIcouldtelltoanyoneelse.Isparedsomebody.Itsoundsvain,butyouuandwhatImean.ShewasquitebeautifulandwonderfullylikeSibylVahinkitwasthatwhichfirstattractedmetoher.YourememberSibyl,dontyou?Howlongagothatseems!Well,Hettywasnotoneofourownclass,ofcourse.Shewassimplyagirlinavillage.ButIreallylove