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He would seek to dominate him—had already, indeed, half done so. He would make that wonderful spirit his own.

“Only when one is young,” she answered. “When an old woman like myself blushes, it is a very bad sign. Ah! Lord Henry, I wish you would tell me how to become young again.”
He thought for a moment. “Can you remember any great error that you committed in your early days, Duchess?” he asked, looking at her across the table.
“A great many, I fear,” she cried.
“Then commit them over again,” he said gravely. “To get back one’s youth, one has merely to repeat one’s follies.”

Lord Henry had not yet come in. He was always late on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time.