~ Chapter 3 ~
Lord Henry calls on his uncle, Lord Fermor - "A genial if somewhat bachelor, whom the outside world called selfish because it derived no particular benefit from him... - ... Only England could have produced him, and he always said that the country was going to the dogs. His principles were outdated, but there was a good deal to be said about his prejudices."
Oh, Oscar! How I love his sarcasm and dry sense of humor - or non-humor! I can see the author's voice is like Henry's voice. I'd even say Lord Henry is Oscar Wilde's very own special participation in the story, though in disguise... or Almost.
So, Henry asks his uncle for some information about Gray's origin and family history. And he gets some. He learns a great deal about the tragic union of Gray's parents and that the young orphan Adonis got the beauty of his mother.
Later that day, Henry attends dinner at his aunt, lady Agatha. Among several aristocrats, there is also her protegé, Gray."Thank you for giving me the information I wanted. I always like to know everything about my new friends and nothing about the old ones." Henry to Fermor. Oh Henry! <3
"... Mr. Erskine of Treadley, an old gentleman of considerable charm and culture, who had fallen into bad habits of silence, having said everything he had to say before he was thirty." Oh, Oscar! <3
"They say that when good Americans die, they go to Paris." Chuckled Sir Thomas, one of the guests at the table.
"Really! And where do the bad Americans go when they die?" Inquired the duchess, another guest.
"They go to America." Murmured Lord Henry.
That evening, he was able to exert even more of his formidable influence over the naive young Gray. In fact, Henry's words impressed him so much, that after they left the place and headed to a park for a stroll, Gray fondly asked Henry to keep talking, all the time!
And that's it for today.... Oh, Henry! <3 x 1.000!