wn class, of course. She was simply a girl in a village. But I really loved her. I am quite sure that I loved her. All during this wonderful May that we have been having, I used to run down and see her two or three times a week. Yesterday she met me in a little orchard. The apple-blossoms kept tumbling down on her hair, and she was laughing. We were to have gone away together this m at dawn. Suddenly I determio leave her as flowerlike as I had found her."
"I should think the y of the emotion must have given you a thrill of real pleasure, Dorian," interrupted Lord Henry. "But I finish your idyll for you. You gave her good advid broke her heart. That was the beginning of your reformation."
"Harry, you are horrible! You mustnt say these dreadful things. Hettys heart is not broken. Of course, she cried and all that. But there is no disgrace upon her. She live, like Perdita, in her garden of mint and marigold."
&quot;And weep over a faithless Florizel,&quot; said Lord Henry, laughing, as he leaned ba his chair. &quot;My dear Dorian, you hav<tt></tt>e the most curiously boyish moods. Do you think this girl will ever be really tent now with any one of her own rank? I suppose she will be married some day th carter rinning ploughman. Well, the fact of havi you, and loved you, will teach her to despise her husband, and she will be wretched. From a moral point of view, I ot say that I think much of yreat renunciation. Even as a beginning, it is poor. Besides, how do you know that Hetty isnt floating at the present moment in some starlit mill-pond, with lovely water-lilies round her, like Ophelia?&quot;
&quot;I t bear this, Harry! You mock at everything, and then suggest the most serious tragedies. I am sorry I told you now. I dont care what you say to me. I know I was right in ag as