Портрет Дориана Грея / The Picture of Dorian Gray

He was sitting at the piano, with his back to them, and he was turning the pages of some music by Schumann. “You must lend me these, Basil,” he cried. “I want to learn them. They are perfectly charming.”

“That entirely depends on how you sit today[11 - That entirely depends on how you sit today. – Это зависит от того, как вы сегодня будете позировать.], Dorian.”

“Oh, I am bored with sitting, and I don’t want a portrait of myself,” answered the boy, turning quickly.

When he caught sight of Lord Henry, his face went red for a moment. “I am sorry, Basil, I didn’t know that you had anyone with you.”

“This is Lord Henry Wotton, Dorian, an old Oxford friend of mine[12 - an old Oxford friend of mine – мой старый товарищ по Оксфордскому университету]. I have just been telling him what a good sitter you were[13 - I have just been telling him what a good sitter you were. – Я только что говорил ему, что вы превосходно позируете.

], and now you have spoiled everything.”

“You have not spoiled my pleasure in meeting you, Mr. Gray,” said Lord Henry, stepping forward and offering his hand. “My aunt has often spoken to me about you. You are one of her favourites, and, I am afraid, one of her victims also.”

“I am in Lady Agatha’s black books at present[14 - I am in Lady Agatha’s black books at present. – Теперь я у леди Агаты на плохом счету.

],” answered Dorian. “I promised to go to a club in Whitechapel[15 - Whitechapel – Уайтчепел] with her last Tuesday, and I forgot all about it. I don’t know what she will say to me. I am far too frightened to call.”

Lord Henry looked at him. Yes, he was certainly wonderfully handsome, with his curved red lips, honest blue eyes and gold hair. “Oh, don’t worry about my aunt. You are one of her favourite people. And you are too charming to waste time working for poor people.

”

Lord Henry sat down on the sofa and opened his cigarette box. The painter was busy mixing colours and getting his brushes ready. Suddenly, he looked at Lord Henry and said, “Harry, I want to finish this picture today. Would you think it very rude of me if I asked you to go away?”

Lord Henry smiled, and looked at Dorian Gray. “Shall I go, Mr. Gray?” he asked.

“Oh, please don’t, Lord Henry.