1 "Lady Narborough," he whispered.
2 Make my excuses to Lady Narborough.
3 Lady Narborough hit him with her fan.
4 "She assures me so, Lady Narborough," said Dorian.
5 "You will never marry again, Lady Narborough," broke in Lord Henry.
6 "I am always telling him so, Lady Narborough," said Lord Henry with a bow.
7 "It is simply because she remembers you when you were a little girl, Lady Narborough," said Lord Henry.
8 Ah, my dear," cried Lady Narborough, putting on her gloves, "don't tell me that you have exhausted life.
9 "Now, mind you don't stay too long over your politics and scandal," cried Lady Narborough from the door.
10 I believe he is in love," cried Lady Narborough, "and that he is afraid to tell me for fear I should be jealous.
11 On a peach-coloured divan sat Lady Narborough, pretending to listen to the duke's description of the last Brazilian beetle that he had added to his collection.
12 It was a small party, got up rather in a hurry by Lady Narborough, who was a very clever woman with what Lord Henry used to describe as the remains of really remarkable ugliness.
13 That evening, at eight-thirty, exquisitely dressed and wearing a large button-hole of Parma violets, Dorian Gray was ushered into Lady Narborough's drawing-room by bowing servants.
14 Lady Narborough kept scolding him for what she called "an insult to poor Adolphe, who invented the menu specially for you," and now and then Lord Henry looked across at him, wondering at his silence and abstracted manner.