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h they were determined to discover his secret。
of such insolences and attempted slights he； of course； took no notice； and in the opinion of most people his frank debonair manner； his charming boyish smile； and the infinite grace of that wonderful youth that seemed never to leave him； were in themselves a sufficient answer to the calumnies； for so they termed them； that were circulated about him。 it was remarked； however； that some of those who had been most intimate with him appeared； after a time； to shun him。 women who had wildly adored him； and for his sake had braved all social censure and set convention at defiance； were seen to grow pallid with shame or horror if dorian gray entered the room。
yet these whispered scandals only increased in the eyes of many his strange and dangerous charm。 his great wealth was a certain element of security。 societycivilized society； at least is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating。 it feels instinctively that manners are of more importance than morals； and； in its opinion； the highest respectability is of much less value than the possession of a good chef。 and； after all； it is a very poor consolation to be told that the man who has given one a bad dinner； or poor wine； is irreproachable in his private life。 even the cardinal virtues cannot atone for half…cold entr茅es； as lord henry remarked once； in a discussion on the subject； and there is possibly a good deal to be said for his view。 for the canons of good society are； or should be； the same as the canons of art。 form is absolutely essential to it。 it should have the dignity of a ceremony； as well as its unreality； and should bine the insincere character of a romantic play with the wit and beauty that make such plays delightful to us。 is insincerity such a terrible thing？ i think not。 it is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities。
such； at any rate； was dorian grays opinion。 he used to wonder at the shallow psychology of those who conceive the ego in man as a thing simple； permanent； reliable； and of one essence。 to him； man was a being with myriad lives and myriad sensations； a plex multiform creature that bore within itself strange legacies of thought and passion； and whose very flesh was tainted with the monstrous maladies of the dead。 he loved to stroll through the gaunt cold picture…gallery of his country house and look at the various portraits of those whose blood flowed in his veins。 here was philip herbert； described by francis osborne； in his memoires on the reigns of queen elizabeth and king james； as one who was 〃caressed by the court for his handsome face； which kept him not long pany。〃 was it young herberts life that he sometimes led？ had some strange poisonous germ crept from body to body till it had reached his own？ was it some dim sense of that ruined grace that had made him so suddenly； and almost without cause； give utterance； in basil hallwards studio； to the mad prayer that had so changed his life？ here； in gold…embroidered red doublet； jewelled surcoat； and gilt…edged ruff and wristbands； stood sir anthony sherard； with his silver…and…black armour piled at his feet。 what had this mans legacy been？ had the lover of giovanna of naples bequeathed him some inheritance of sin and shame？ were his own actions merely the dreams that the dead man had not dared to realize？ here； from the fading canvas； smiled lady elizabeth devereux； in her gauze hood； pearl stomacher； and pink slashed sleeves。 a flower was in her right hand； and her left clasped an enamelled collar of white and damask roses。 on a table by her side lay a mandolin and an apple。 there were large green rosettes upon her little pointed shoes。 he knew her life； and the strange stories that were told about her lovers。 had he something of her temperament in him？ these oval； heavy…lidded eyes seemed to look curiously at him。 what of george willoughby； with his powdered hair and fantastic patches？ how evil he looked！ the face was saturnine and swarthy； and the sensual lips seemed to be twisted with disdain。 delicate lace ruffles fell over the lean yellow hands that were so overladen with rings。 he had been a macaroni of the eighteenth century； and the friend； in his youth； of lord ferrars。 what of the second lord beckenham； the panion of the prince regent in his wildest days； and one of the witnesses at the secret marriage with mrs。 fitzherbert？ how proud and handsome he was； with his chestnut curls and insolent pose！ what passions had he bequeathed？ the world had looked upon him as infamous。 he had led the orgies at carlton house。 the star of the garter glittered upon his breast。 beside him hung the portrait of his wife； a pallid； thin…lipped woman in black。 her blood； also； stirred within him。 how curious it all seemed！ and his mother with her lady hamilton face and her moist； wine…dashed lipshe knew what he had got from her。 he had got from her his beauty； and his passion for the beauty of others。 she laughed at him in her loose bacchante dress。 there were vine leaves in her hair。 the purple spilled from the cup she was holding。 the carnations of the painting had withered； but the eyes were still wonderful in their depth and brilliancy of colour。 they seemed to follow him wherever he went。
yet one had ancestors in literature as well as in ones own race； nearer perhaps in type and temperament； many of them； and certainly with an influence of which one was more absolutely conscious。 there were times when it appeared to dorian gray that the whole of history was merely the record of his own life； not as he had lived it in act and circumstance； but as his imagination had created it for him； as it had been in his brain and in his passions。 he felt that he had known them all； those strange terrible figures that had passed across the stage of the world and made sin so marvellous and evil so full of subtlety。 it seemed to him that in some mysterious way their lives had been his own。
the hero of the wonderful novel that had so influenced his life had himself known this curious fancy。 in the seventh chapter he tells how； crowned with laurel； lest lightning might strike him； he had